Freya’s POV
And the Fight Begins
It’s been nearly an hour and a half since we sat down to enjoy the feast, and as I finish off the last of my meal, I have to admit the others were right, the food was incredible. But despite the lively chatter around me, something’s been nagging at the back of my mind. The man sitting at the far corner of the hall keeps glancing in my direction. At first, I brushed it off as harmless curiosity, but the longer this goes on, the more uneasy I feel. Worse still, Lucian has noticed too. His icy glare bounces between me and the poor guy as if daring him to make a move.
Seraphina is mid-laugh, telling a story about how Fenrir was once chased around by a tiny wolf pup when we were kids. Her voice blends with the sounds of the feast, but my focus has shifted. A
