He approached and offered Freya the Eternal Heart. “I ran into a pack elder,” he said evenly. “We ended up talking longer than expected.”
Freya’s trembling fingers brushed across the necklace, her mother’s final treasure.
She once believed that bonding with Riven would give her the loving pack family her father had always given her mother.
But not all males were like her father, devoted to one mate for life. Most were like Riven.
After all, wolves were good at lying, good at loving two worlds, good at maintaining an illusion.
Perhaps pushed past her limits, Freya collapsed with fever the moment they returned to Manor.
Feeling the heat burning off her skin through the night, Riven panicked. He immediately carried her in his arms and raced to the Healer’s Ward.
When she finally awoke, a healer greeted her warmly and offered a cup of moon-water.
“Luna Freya, thank the Moon Goddess—you’re awake! You’ve been burning with fever for three days and three nights. Alpha Riven and your pup haven’t left your side once.”
She added with a sigh, “I don’t know what troubles you, Luna. If I had a mate and pup who guarded me so fiercely, I would be glowing with joy.”