Freya’s pov.

The hours passed in tense silence as we crossed into Ironclaw territory. The shaman, that smug bastard, chatted idly about nothing and everything. When he wasn’t mumbling cryptic nonsense, he was annoyingly eager to fill the silence. I ignored the arrogant blond bastard walking near us, his cocky glances toward me set my nerves on fire.

At last, we reached what could only be described as an Alpha's mansion. Grand stone walls, heavy iron gates, and guards standing ...