Freya's pov

The walk back to the alphas’ house is quiet, but it’s not the brittle, dangerous quiet I’m used to. It’s the kind that wraps around you like a blanket—thick, warm, and humming with something I’m terrified to name. Sebastian keeps his hand on the small of my back the entire time, like he’s afraid if he lets go I’ll vanish. Logan walks half a step ahead, scanning every shadow, every corner of campus like Marcus might materialize out of the dark. Zane is on my left, ...