The snow and wind had begun to die down. Severin and Freya were forced to their knees before me, each held fast by Kris' iron grip.
Freya was sobbing, her face a mess of tears.
"Lydia... no, Chief, I'm sorry. It was all Severin. He forced me. He said if I helped him lead the Urska in, he would become the wolf king. I was his hostage. Please. I carry a trace of wolf blood myself. Please spare me."
On the other side, Severin's legs had already been shattered by Kris on the spot. When he heard Freya's words, he thrashed violently against the hands holding him down.
"Shut your mouth, Freya, you treacherous w***e. Who was it that said the Greyhollow Vein was the perfect bait? Who told me to use it as a bargaining chip with the Urska? Who said Lydia was nothing, just some outsider wolf cling
