Freya’s pov.

I stood awkwardly in Marcus’s chamber, arms crossed, while Darius leaned silently against the wall near me. The storm was not outside — it was Marcus himself. Pacing like a caged beast, cursing under his breath, then out loud.

“That bastard!” Marcus growled. “That deceitful, manipulative piece of shit! I agreed to his offer! I agreed! What the fuck were his hybrids doing on our land?! Why the fuck did they attack us?”

His voice cracked like ...