Weaponized Bond

Freya's P.O.V:

I stood silently before the cracked bathroom mirror, staring blankly at my own reflection. My fingers traced the dark, purple bruises blooming across my cheeks, a harsh reminder of Silas's brutal grip the night before. Despite the swelling and the red rim of my eyes from crying over my father's locket, I looked different. My recent shift had changed me. A new, undeniable wolfish be