Freya's POV
The Weight of War
The full moon hung low in the sky, casting a pale silver light over the dense forests that surrounded the Silverfang Pack’s territory. Its light bathed the towering pines and rolling hills in an ethereal glow, but the air was thick with tension, like the quiet before a storm. I stood at the edge of the great hall, gazing out at the wilderness. A primal energy buzzed through me, the ancient blood of my Viking werewolf ancestors awakening as it always did under the moon's gaze. My muscles tightened, instinct warning me of the threat that loomed in the distance.
Bjorn’s silhouette cut a dark figure against the night sky, standing resolute, his shoulders squared, as if preparing for a battle that only he knew was coming. The Alpha of the Silverfang Pack had alw
