Freya’s pov.

The Ironclaw training grounds lay under the heavy gray sky like a waiting battlefield. My pulse roared in my ears as I walked onto the field. The warriors stopped mid-spar, eyes shifting to me.

"I need a session," I barked.

They exchanged glances, then nodded. Two stepped forward, large male wolves in their human forms, muscles tense and wary. One of them spoke. "Alpha Marcus said you could join us whenever you wanted. We’re honored."

Honored. They ...