Since the day Logan brought the dress, Freya’s thoughts had been restless. Every time she walked past the spot where it hung — perfectly draped on the carved oak stand — her chest tightened. It was more than fabric; it was a question she couldn’t answer. Why had Logan given it to her? Why now?
The memory of Avy’s words clung to her like a second skin: “Alpha Logan said you should wear it on the night of the full moon and meet him in the council hall.”
Three days. Three days of sleepless nights, of pretending to be calm around Samantha, and of pushing away the ghost of Daniel’s smile when it tried to creep into her heart. She had made peace with the fact that her human life was gone, but peace did not erase the scars.
Now, the night of the full moon has arrived.
Freya sat on the wooden
