Freya's POV
Kade's message kept returning to me, refusing to let me rest. Come with me, Freya, or see all you've accomplished crumble to dust.
I could feel the weight of his words pressing down on my chest. As the first rays of light peeked through the trees, I sat alone in the peaceful corner of my cottage and gazed out the window. I had a storm building within of me, but my pack was still slumbering.
What if he's correct? I pondered. Although Kade had always been crafty, his schemes had become more methodical and vicious. How much blood would gush before we could stop him if I turned him away? However, I would be betraying everything I stood for if I joined him.
I was startled out of my reverie by the creaking sound of the door. Lyra intervened, her face gentle but wary. "You've been up all night, Freya," she observed as she sat next to me.
"I can't sleep," I said. "Kade's offer... it's tearing me apart."
