Chapter 69
- Freya‘s pov.
- The afternoon sun hung low, filtering through the dense trees in golden streams. The ground beneath my feet was damp, not frozen. Mud and fallen leaves clung to my boots as I ran, branches clawing at my arms and face, but I didn’t stop. Couldn’t.
- The pain inside me burned hotter than any wound. Anger, betrayal, exhaustion—it all festered together, a tangled mass I couldn’t tear apart.