Freya’s POV
Everything felt like a blur.
One second, I was choking on blood, pain ripping through my stomach like claws. The next, Logan’s voice was wrapping around me, shaking and broken.
“Stay with me, Freya… please.”
I could feel his arms around me, strong but trembling. My vision swam—faces, shadows, light—and I heard Samantha’s frantic voice, the shuffle of feet, Theodore yelling something I couldn’t quite make out. And then—
“Move, Alpha. Let me treat her.”
The healer’s voice was calm but urgent.
I blinked up at the man who knelt beside me. His hands hovered over the wound on my side, already red and soaking through the cloth Samantha had pressed against it.
But then something… shifted.
Just before the healer’s fingers touched my skin, the pain stopped.
Not dulled—stopped.
