Chapter 50
- I stormed out of the Shaman’s hut, the door slamming behind me with a hollow thud that echoed in my chest. My boots skidded over wet leaves and roots, but I didn’t care. I needed air, space, anything but the choking feeling of being trapped by fate, duty, and gods-damned mateships.
- “Freya!” I heard Tiberius calling after me.
- Fuck that. I ran faster.