Freya's POV
Incompetent Wolves
The plane had landed about fifteen minutes after my tense phone call with Thorn, my brother. In that short time, I packed my things in silence, barely acknowledging Lucian. Our once easy-going exchanges had devolved into an awkward quiet. He didn’t say a word, and neither did I.
The hum of the jet’s engines faded as the plane taxied to a stop. My fingers fidgeted with the strap of my leather bag, but my mind was elsewhere, thinking about the upcoming reunion and the mountain of unspoken tensions that lay ahead. It wasn’t just about Lucian. It was about everything that was waiting for me back home. The pack. The responsibilities. The family ties that had begun to fray in ways I wasn’t sure could be mended.
As I stepped off the plane, the crisp air of the
