Silvyr Hallowen

Freya's POV

The air inside the house feels suffocating, heavy with empty pleasantries and an unspoken tension that presses on my chest, making it impossible to breathe. I can’t stay there a moment longer. The whispers, the insincere smiles—they sting more than I thought they would. I need to be away from it all.

Without a second thought, I step out, letting the woods behind the pack house swallow me whole. The cool night air brushes ...