Freya's POV
Back From Ashes
My eyes shot open, greeted by a bright, warm light seeping into the room. A sharp, familiar scent filled the air: leather, wood, and something faintly metallic. My nostrils flared as I inhaled, letting my senses sharpen. As my vision adjusted, I took in my surroundings. I was in an office, the kind of place that reeked of authority and wealth. Two doors were visible, one directly behind me and another in the far corner to my right. I sat in a plush leather chair, but my wrists were tightly bound behind me. The coarse rope bit into my skin, but I flexed against it, feeling for weaknesses.
Instinctively, I scanned the room. My breath caught at the sight across the table. Thorstein Eirik, the alpha of the Ironclaw pack, lay slumped over, his once imposing figu
