Freya‘s pov.

The moment I stepped into my room, my legs gave out beneath me, and I sank onto the edge of the bed. My mind was a whirlwind of questions, none of which I had answers to.

Why did they think I was a threat? Why did they see me as dangerous?

King Maximilian’s words echoed in my mind. Dorian is keeping her close to determine if she poses a threat.

But why? What could they possibly be afraid of? I was weaker than everyone here. I had no wolf. No ...