Freya's pov
Two days.
It had been two full days since they dragged me down here—two days of silence, darkness, and cold. The dungeon walls wept moisture, the air was thick with mildew and despair, and the only sounds were the distant howls of wolves far above.
I hadn’t eaten. I hadn’t slept properly either. I just sat there—numb, confused, and hurting in places no healing spell could ever reach.
But nothing prepared me for what I saw now.
Footsteps echoed from the far end of the corridor, boots heavy and slow. My heart pounded with dread. I had hoped maybe it was Samantha… but when I looked up—
It was him.
Alpha Logan.
My breath hitched, and for a second, I didn’t know whether to rush toward the bars or curl away into the corner. I chose the first. I scrambled to my feet, ignoring
