Freya's POV
As Kade's forces fell upon us once more, the air was heavy with tension and mingled with the smell of sweat and blood. Wolves clashing in a flurry of fur and jaws, the fight was unrelenting. I fought with my pack, calculating every move and aiming every blow to defend what was rightfully mine.
"Remain on the line!" My voice broke through the commotion as I screamed. Before an assailant could hurt Lyra, my wolf jumped at them and knocked them down.
"To your left, Freya!" The voice of Finnick yelled.
I turned just in time to avoid a blow that was about to hit me. Finnick had transformed back into a human, leading packs of wolves with an accuracy I had never witnessed in him. I briefly felt a glimmer of pride in his leadership, but the tension between us soon overcame it.
"Take them out!" Finnick let out a commanding roar.
