The weight of the chains bit into her wrists, the silver burning against her skin as though mocking every ounce of freedom she once had. Freya’s legs trembled as she stumbled behind Logan, her Alpha, her captor, the man she both hated and feared. Tears clung to her lashes, blurring the sight before her, but even through the blur she knew exactly where she was.
The place she had dreaded more than nightmares.
Northridge.
The huge iron doors of the castle swung open with a groan, the sound echoing across the courtyard like a warning bell. Guards lined the entrance, their eyes hard, yet filled with curiosity. And behind them, the people of Northridge had gathered, whispering like restless shadows. Their voices rose and fell, hushed but sharp enough to pierce through Freya’s heart.
“She’s b
