FREYA’S POV
Darkness engulfed me as I lay sprawled on the ground, the metallic taste of blood lingering in my mouth. The pain radiated through my body, leaving me weak and defenseless. I attempted to rise, but my battered form refused to obey, and my injured ankle throbbed with each heartbeat, rendering me immobile and vulnerable.
The vampire leader, his blind eyes gleaming with sadistic delight, loomed over me. His satisfaction was palpable, relishing in the triumph of overpowering the hunter who had dedicated her life to eradicating his kind. A wicked smile played upon his lips, revealing sharp fangs that glistened under the pale light.
"I told you, Freya," he sneered, his voice dripping with malice. "I'm not just going to end you swiftly. No, I'm going to make you pay for every vampi
