Freya’s P.O.V

“Cameron…” I whispered as he came rushing into the room, followed by Sarah and Darcia.

“Freya!” He took a step towards me, but was stopped by one of the witches who came to stand in his way. “Damnit! Move!”

“She belongs to us, wolf!” The witch sneered at him. “Leave now! We don’t want a war!”

“Freya is my mate,” Cameron growled back at the witches, his eyes turning a bright golden as his voice deepened. “You called for a war the second you took her ...