That was the last thing she said.

Freya didn’t remember shifting. One second she was trembling with rage, the next a surge of power ripped through her entire body. Her bones stretched, her skin burned, and an ancient force unfurled from deep within her like a storm breaking free.

Her wolf—the one she’d kept buried for a while now, the one she’d feared—burst forward with a snarl that shook the walls.

The sound carried through the corridors like thunder.

Gasps and screams followed. ...