Breaking Bonds
Freya's POV
The room was in total silence, save for the faint rustle of fabric as I dabbed a wet cloth against Seraphina’s bruised shoulder. Her skin was pale, too pale, and her once fiery eyes now seemed dimmed by shadows I couldn’t begin to name. Each wince she tried to suppress sent a sharp pang through me. I hated seeing her like this; vulnerable, defeated, reduced to a shadow of the one fierce wolf I knew.
“You don’t have to do this yourself,” she murmured, her voice hoarse but steady.
I ignored her, focusing on cleaning the gash along her collarbone. “I don’t trust anyone else to do it right.”
Her lips quirked in a faint, fleeting smile, but the expression didn’t reach her eyes.
We worked in silence for a while longer. My hands moved with practiced ease, but my
