Freya’s POV
I woke up to an empty space beside me. Logan was gone.
For a moment, I just sat there, staring at the carved ceiling above, trying to breathe past the quiet storm inside me. The events of last night still weighed heavy. His words, the way he looked at me — or didn’t.
I pulled the blanket off and got up, slipping into a robe before stepping out of the room. The halls were quiet, save for the soft shuffle of feet and faint chatter in the distance. I turned the corner and almost bumped into Theodore.
He was fastening his coat, clearly on his way out.
“Good morning, Freya,” he greeted with a polite nod.
“Morning,” I said softly. “Is Alpha Logan… around?”
Theodore shook his head. “He left early. Went to a council meeting in Red Moon Territory. Just a few hours' ride.”
“Oh.”
