Freya's POV
The Caring Lucian
"You need to get those wounds cleaned, or else you'll get infected! Stirbjorn's blades are not just ordinary blades." Lyra shouts over the fierce winds.
After Lucian stormed out of the gathering hall without another word, we silently obeyed his orders. We all knew he had a captive, and in this pack, questions aren’t asked without permission.
Lyra leads the way for the others, following closely behind us. Ten minutes later, we arrive at a desolate place in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by a few scattered trees and snow falling in thick flurries. Lucian disappears into the small stone building ahead as we dismount from our cars.
When we step inside, Lucian looks even more furious than before. The man in front of him trembles with fear, his head bowed, h
