Freya's POV
The Ambush
It was late, but the weather was still bright, as the moon hung heavy in the sky, casting silver light over me as I moved silently through the forest. Each step pressed deeper into the darkness as if the shadows themselves might swallow me whole. I have allies I could run to, but I do not want to be since as a pest, grumbling and begging like a helpless wolf. No, I am not thy kind of wolf, and I will never be.
I had found this place, a hidden refuge where no one could reach me. At least, for now, I need some time alone. Tonight, though, something was different. The air felt thick, tingling with an energy that wrapped around me like a veil, whispering warnings I couldn’t ignore. I pressed on, breath even but heart pounding, each sound or motion sharper, clearer li
