Freya's POV
The reunion
The tension in the air was so thick it almost suffocated me as I shook my head in disapproval. The weight of betrayal and secrets pressed down on my shoulders. I wasn’t going to dig too deeply into it now. The past was in the past, but the ache of their absence lingered like a deep scar that hadn't healed.
“But why didn’t you come to us for help? Or at least tell us where you were?” I demanded, my voice sharp like the howl of an Alpha calling out to the moon.
Bjorn shifted uncomfortably under my gaze, his eyes avoiding mine as if I were the full moon, and he was too ashamed to face its pull. "You were young, Freya. Just finding your way in the pack as the new Alpha. We didn’t want to drag you into our mess." His tone was filled with regret, but it did nothing
