Freya's POV

"Freya," an elderly man walked up to me, shaking me out of my reprieve.

"Right, this is Elder Thame from the Hunter Clan," Miss Wincroft stated. "You should know each other."

I sighed in relief upon seeing a familiar face. This was Jason's father. Even though we didn't see each other often, we had enough interaction to be on good terms, or so I thought.

"Freya, it's a good thing to see you alive," he said, grabbing my hands. His hands felt cold, which was odd. Jason looked just ...