Freya's POV
Vengeance
After dinner, I ordered my four closest packmates to follow me to my office. The heavy wooden door creaked as I pushed it open, the scent of aged leather and burning wood filling the air. The shadows from the fire flickered on the stone walls, and we all settled on the fur-covered couches. Every face, from Fenrir to Seraphina, watched me with anticipation, their eyes gleaming in the dim light of the hearth.
"Freydis. Bjorn. Why can't you tell me, Fen, and Seraphina anything?" I asked, my voice carrying the weight of an Alpha's demand.
Fenrir, my second in command, exchanged confused glances with Seraphina. Her golden eyes narrowed as she looked between the two wolves I had directed my question toward. Freydis, usually composed, looked away, her hands fidgeting i
