FREYA
It had been two days since I woke up at the clinic, two days since my body healed, and I returned to the house, but my soul… my soul felt like it had been carved out and left hollow.
The pain at my side was gone. The wound from the operation had closed, my skin knitted back together as though it had never been touched. On the outside, I looked whole again. But inside, I was broken in a way I couldn’t even begin to explain.
For the first time in years, I felt completely empty. I thought it might just be the heartbreak from what my mate, Nero had put me through, but I couldn't help but think there might be more.
It wasn’t the kind of emptiness that came from sorrow or grief alone—though I had plenty of both to drown in. No, this was deeper, heavier. It was the kind of emptiness tha
