Freya had been living in fear for the past few days, each hour dragging her closer to a fate she couldn’t escape. Today was the last day before Logan would take her to the Northridge pack. Her heart pounded every time she thought about it. Once she was inside Northridge, she knew she would never come out. No one who belonged to Logan’s pack ever walked out freely—especially not a breeder.

She sat at the edge of the bed, her hands trembling as she tried to fold her clothes. She wasn’t ...