Freya's POV
Trust
The morning light spilled into the room, painting Lucian’s study in shades of gold and amber. I sat upright in the chair across from his massive desk, my shoulders squared and my chin held high. I couldn't afford to look uncertain now, not after everything I’d been through. This wasn’t just about reclaiming my birthright, it was about proving to myself and everyone else that I was the rightful Alpha of the Silverfang Pack.
Lucian sat back, his piercing gaze fixed on me as though he could see through my resolve to the swirling doubts beneath. But he didn’t press me. Instead, he broke the silence with a simple declaration: “We need a plan.”
It was the voice of an Alpha, measured, calm, and unyielding. His tone had a way of grounding me, even as my emotions threatened to
