Freya’s P.O.V

Trepidation clawed at the back of my neck like icy fingers as different thoughts plagued my mind. 

What in the world happened between Thorne and me? How did that happen? How was I able to heal him when I was a powerless Lycan princess who was strongly hated by her dad because of her inability to shift? 

My eyes flickered back to my wrist instinctively, thinking about the light that shone on it when Thorne grabbed my wrist. How was I even able to do that? 

Maybe it was all a coincidence. It had to be a coincidence. 

At that moment, my mind strayed towards Celeste and the...