FREYA’S POV
The truth burned within me, smoldering like a glowing ember that threatened to ignite the fragile reality. It was a secret burden I had carried, sheltered deep within the recesses of my being, for far too long. Every stolen glance between Marshall and me, every shared moment of understanding, had formed the foundation of an unspoken bond that defied the boundaries of logic and reason. It was a bond forged through the crucible of a battle waged against darkness, a bond woven from the threads of sacrifice and bravery.
The silence of the surroundings intensified the weight of the moment, amplifying the echoes of my thoughts. I took a deep breath, the cool night air filling my lungs and momentarily grounding me in the present.
Drawing nearer to her, I observed the details etched
