Freya POV
When Ezren and I arrived home from the Garden party, a group of Ezren’s best fighting men were waiting outside in the back.
Both of us took off for our rooms and changed.
When Ezren met me in the hall, his eyes were wide. “Fighting gear. You can’t go.”
“The hell I can’t. It is my land, and I know how to fight.”
His brows stitched together, concern written all over his face. It was cute. He was worried. My father taught me how to fight. It wasn’t something he put on display like some of the other pack did. But I was a good fighter. I was going.
“I need to reach out to the others of my pack who are in that area. They might be able to help do recon and tell us how many men Kael brought, and what kind of equipment is there.” I broke into a run, taking the stairs two at a time
