That was the last thing she said.
Freya didn’t remember shifting. One second she was trembling with rage, the next a surge of power ripped through her entire body. Her bones stretched, her skin burned, and an ancient force unfurled from deep within her like a storm breaking free.
Her wolf—the one she’d kept buried for a while now, the one she’d feared—burst forward with a snarl that shook the walls.
The sound carried through the corridors like thunder.
Gasps and screams followed. Guards came running, and servants scattered as the enormous silver-eyed wolf stood where Freya had been seconds ago. Her fur shimmered faintly, streaks of white glowing against the moonlight pouring in from the high windows. Her presence alone made the air vibrate.
Eve and her crew fell backward, their brava
