Freya POV
When I was nine my favorite uncle died in a rogue attack. My brother and I were the rogues’ targets since we were the Alphas children. When my uncle saw him sprinting through the trees towards us, he chased after him. My uncle was able to stop the rogue just in time, but the rogue nicked him with a blade of silver before my uncle ripped his throat out. After we watched my uncle’s horrible death, I became inconsolable. It was the first time I have ever witnessed loss before. Abel pulled me off to the side and told me that sometimes you must lose the battle to win the war. I understood the saying but I never felt it in my heart until today.
The moment I gazed into my daughters’ eyes, after Lucian showed me the different parallel futures, was the moment I felt Abel’s words. I un
