Freya's POV
Claws of the Past
I pull my coat tighter as the wind howls around me, its biting chill carrying an edge that cuts straight to the bone. Greenland’s air has always been unforgiving, but tonight feels sharper, as if the land itself wants me to remember. It’s been over a year since I met Lucian after we departed, that same year I left everything behind, and yet, when I close my eyes, I can still hear the snapping of claws, smell the blood-soaked earth beneath my feet, and see the gleam of betrayal in their eyes.
My pack. My family. The ones who should’ve stood by me, who should’ve protected me. But instead, they turned on me, hunting me down like prey. They believed I’d betrayed them, broken the sacred laws of our pack and dishonored our name. But I hadn’t. Not truly. All I’d
