Scars Beneath the Skin

Freya's P.O.V:

The evening stretched on, painting the bedroom walls in long, dark shadows, yet the crucial alliance forces still hadn't crossed our pack borders. I sat up against the pillows, tracing the edge of the blanket as worry gnawed at my chest.

Silas pushed the door open, his boots heavy on the wooden floor. "They're going to be late," he said, stepping into the room. "Probably won't ar