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Freya’s Pov

Some few minutes back we had returned to the pack house. I was on my bed, back to the bed, my hand under my head while I stared at the ceiling. My mind ran aimlessly, in circles; major thoughts being, the court, fight, Merona, come out alive (very important), Luna, Demitri, my father. Those were the cycles of my thoughts.

Panic? I didn’t know if I panicked or if this was me panicking. No proper fear was traced but I felt it, something or rather someone was suppressing it down, shoving the fear right down into the ocean, trying to drown...