Freya's POV
Stirbjorn's Encounter
As more and more wolves began surrounding us, I couldn’t help but wonder if they were rising from the dead. "So these mother fuckers die? Or are they just coming back to life after dying?"
Lucian, across from me, caught my eye. We exchanged a silent agreement. In an instant, he grabbed me by the arms and swung me around, sending several werewolves sprawling to the ground before tossing me not so gently across the clearing. That dude is a bastard, always trying to make me a f*****g joke at every given opportunity he sees.
“You damn beast!” I grumbled, hearing his deep chuckle behind me before more wolves lunged at me.
“Come on, guys! I know I’m irresistible, but this is getting ridiculous,” I muttered, slipping from underneath one of the unconscious
