Chapter 58
- Freya‘s pov.
- Running in wolf form was unlike anything I’d ever known. My body was sleek and powerful—my fur like snow kissed by moonlight, shimmering silver-white as I soared between trees. My paws barely touched the forest floor. I was weightless. Free.
- Then I reached a still lake, its surface glassy and quiet. I slowed, approached the edge, and stared.