Freya gave a bitter laugh. “Reason? They just demanded two executions in front of the entire kingdom.”
Samantha fell silent. Her gaze softened, pity and worry blending together. “He defended you, didn’t he?”
Freya looked down, remembering the moment—Logan’s voice booming across the courtyard, his growl shaking the air, his declaration that she was his Luna. The words had silenced everyone.
“He did,” Freya admitted quietly. “But that doesn’t change what’s coming.”
Samantha stood, pacing the room for a moment, her hands wringing together. “There has to be a way,” she murmured. “Something that can satisfy the council without costing lives. Maybe if Alpha Logan—”
Freya cut her off gently. “I know what I have to do.”
Samantha turned sharply, her eyes narrowing. “Freya…”
Freya took a shak
