Freya's POV
No, Not My Fen.
“What is the meaning of this?!” I shouted.
Harshly pushing open Thorstein’s office door, the four of us storm in, finding Thorne, Alaric, Lucian, Bjorn, and Thorstein busy with the system, except Lucian and Alaric, who stood apart.
Thorstein rises from his seat, a calculated calmness in his movements. “Freya, calm yourself and sit down first. We are already on it.”
“Sit down my ass! I want to know what happened and where Fenrir is!”
Behind me, Seraphina and Isolde shift quietly, taking their places on the carved wooden bench where almost everyone but Thorne now sits.
“Freya, settle down. That’s exactly what we are trying to figure out,” Thorstein states, his tone even, unshaken as if he stood in the eye of a storm. This Alpha rarely lost his temper; once
