The moment the stranger’s voice sliced through the hall, Freya’s body stiffened. The slow, deliberate clap echoed off the high stone walls, and every wolf in the chamber froze. Conversations died mid-sentence, laughter collapsed into silence, and even the music faltered as though the strings themselves refused to play.
Freya turned her head, her heart thundering against her ribs, and her eyes landed on him.
The intruder strode through the archway with a casual arrogance that made her skin crawl. His dark hair fell in loose waves around a sharp face, his smirk pulling tight over lips that seemed carved for mockery. But it wasn’t his appearance alone that stilled the crowd—it was the familiarity etched into his features. He carried the same proud jawline as Logan, the same piercing eyes, t
