Chapter 41
- The rage in my chest had turned nuclear.
- Freya was gone. And this time... she left without a trace.
- I paced the war room like a fucking caged animal, fists clenched, jaw set so tight I was pretty sure I’d cracked a molar. The Beast was silent. Not sulking—just eerily quiet. Like he didn’t know what to think either. And that silence was worse than anything.