Freya's POV
A Wounded Reunion
Pain gnawed at me, sharp and unrelenting, a constant reminder of last night’s ambush. My wounds throbbed with every heartbeat, each thump a reminder that I’d barely made it out alive. Even now, hiding in my small refuge deep in the woods, I felt exposed and vulnerable. It was as if the trees around me held memories of my battle with the Shadow Claw Pack. Blood still caked my skin, and a sharp ache had settled into my ribs from where that wolf had sunk his teeth. I’d wrapped what I could with pieces of torn fabric, but the bleeding was slow to stop.
My mind drifted to Lucian against my will, to his touch, his gaze. There were few things in my life I let myself want, but he had always been the exception, a tempting impossibility. Yet, for all the passion, the
