Freya crept through the darkness, her heart pounding as she navigated the grounds of the pack house. She kept her head and body low, darting behind trees and shrubs, her breaths shallow and quick. The night air was cool, and the silence felt oppressive, pressing in on her as she tried to remain undetected.

The risk she was taking felt overwhelming, but she knew it had to be done. Her father’s rage, his threats, his cruelty—they had all become too much to bear. She had to warn Emilia.

Reaching the back of the pack house, she took a deep breath and crept along the side wall, staying close to avoid...