Summoning the Enemy

FREYA’S POV

I woke to the sound of birds.

That surprised me. Not because birds singing was unusual, but because for a second, I forgot I wasn't home. I wasn't in my room. I wasn't safe.

The bed creaked when I shifted. My head throbbed—not painfully, just enough to remind me I was still human, still healing. The blanket scratched against my skin, nothing like the soft cotton I was used to. The air