(Freya's POV)
The pack house was quiet. Too quiet.
Aaron had left early in the morning to handle pack business, leaving me alone again.
I stayed in my quarters, staring blankly at my phone. It hadn’t stopped buzzing all morning.
Caroline’s friends were relentless. Their calls came in from different numbers, but I blocked each one without hesitation.
Still, their persistence rattled me. My conversation with Grace Hunter at the medical facility replayed in my mind, sharpening the edges of my thoughts.
Her bravery in the face of her mother’s control amazed me. She was so young, yet clear in her stance.
I touched my stomach, feeling a stir of warmth from Bella within me. Her protective instincts were growing stronger every day.
For the first time in weeks, I allowed myself to r
