Author's POV

Freya finally felt a flicker of hope in the cold dungeon, the darkness momentarily pushed away by the appearance of Irene—her wolf, her strength. She had waited so long to feel whole, to understand who she was. And now, even in chains, she felt… less alone.

“I’ll be back soon,” Irene had said, her luminous form slipping out through the iron bars with supernatural ease. “There are things I must do.”

Freya didn’t know what that meant, but she nodded, trusting the ...