Chapter 162

• Freya‘s pov.
• It's the third day. I've been sitting in Dorian's room, unmoving, staring blankly out the window. The world keeps turning, and I'm here—motionless. Thoughtless. Just grief. I mourn Hera and Reyna with every breath. My mind is fogged with sorrow, tangled with questions that have no answers. What now? What am I? Where do I belong?
• Selene visited. She wanted to express her condolences and told me she too had lost her wolf spirit when my blood was transfused into her. She said she knew how I felt.