FREYA
The air outside the pack house was cold as we walked around. I fell into step beside Martha, trying to match the casual ease in her stride even though my chest was tight from the encounter I’d just had.
My mind kept circling back to that woman—the way she had looked me up and down like I was trash, the bitterness in her words, and that eerie, mocking laugh.
Martha must have sensed my thoughts because she cleared her throat softly before saying, “That was Selene.”
I blinked. Such a sweet name for such a bundle of bitterness. Selene.
“She’s not the Alpha’s sister,” Martha continued, her tone matter-of-fact, though her eyes darted sideways as if gauging my reaction. “And she’s not his mate either. At least… not in the real sense of it. That's why it's so embarrassing whenever she
