Freya let out a sigh as she looked at the dead witch in front of her. The moment her life dissipated the doors busted down. She looked up and watched as a large silver wolf ran up to her. He immediately shifted back to his human self and set his gaze on Freya’s wounds.
“Freya.” Wyatt looked at her with worried eyes shifting between her side and her shoulder.
“Wyatt. You’re alright. I was worried about you.” Freya whispered out. She stepped into Wyatt and leaned into him for support. “Myra’s advisor is the traitor. She is the one who warned them.”
“Shhh just rest.” Wyatt said holding her into him. His eyes watered. He hated that she was hurt.
Freya let out an airy chuckle. “These aren’t mortal wounds. I’ve had
