Freya’s POV

Everything felt like a blur.

One second, I was choking on blood, pain ripping through my stomach like claws. The next, Logan’s voice was wrapping around me, shaking and broken.

“Stay with me, Freya… please.”

I could feel his arms around me, strong but trembling. My vision swam—faces, shadows, light—and I heard Samantha’s frantic voice, the shuffle of feet, Theodore yelling something I couldn’t quite make out. And then—

“Move, Alpha. Let me treat ...