Artemis’ POV

A vision flashed before me what my life would become if I hesitated, if I chose weakness over instinct. The outcome was already written, predictable to anyone who knew me.

If I followed Freya’s voice in my head, I’d end up at the bottom of the food chain mocked, ridiculed, torn apart by those waiting for my fall.

No.

“F*ck it. F*ck her feelings,” I muttered under my breath. “Besides… she wouldn’t know.”

My wolf, Aegus, stayed quiet. I could tell he wanted her ...