Freya drove to The Whitecrown Pack house with a determined look on her face. She didn't want to send Niklaus a mind-link—hearing his cold, mocking voice in her head would only piss her off. She tried calling him instead, but whether he didn't hear it or deliberately ignored it, he never picked up.
She wasn't even sure if Niklaus would be home tonight. After all, he was always busy with work and pack business. In their three years of marriage, she had never truly been included in his social circle. To find him, she had no choice but to wait here like a sitting duck, hoping he'd eventually show up.
Parking in the underground garage, Freya noticed that their suite was completely dark. After hesitating for a long moment, she finally decided to go in.
When she flipped the light switc
