With one final shove, I was thrown into the pit. As I tumbled down, I could see Amara, looking down at me, a satisfied smile on her face.
I closed my eyes, welcoming the darkness. Instead of fear… all I could feel was anger – rage that burned from inside my soul. I wanted justice… for me and my innocent pups, for all the innocent blood that was shed … a fire ignited in my soul as I sank deeper…
Was this really my end?
Freya POV
They say a plea born out of anger and desperation is more dangerous than the mate bond…
“Please,” I pleaded silently to the moon goddess. “Let me make this right".
Then darkness.
With a gasp, my eyes flew open. I bolted upright, as my hands flew instinctively to my belly – it was flat… empty. This wasn’t the dungeon neither was it the room with the pit. This was… my bedroom?
My gaze fell upon the full-length mirror across the room and I staggered to my feet in shock.
The woman staring back at me wasn’t battered, malnourished nor had scars from trying to fight the rogue wolves. This was me – Freya. My long golden hair gleamed in the sunlight; my eyes were bright with life… I was fine.