POV: Nicholas
Freya's choice to leave with the Lycan King left us all shell-shocked. The journey back felt like a funeral procession, each of us grappling with disbelief and loss.
"How could we have been so blind?! She was a bloody werewolf Queen, right under our noses!" My father raged, his voice shaking with anger as he stormed into the cottage, tossing his weapons aside. "This is a damn embarrassment for the hunter family!"
"She appeared so normal to me," my uncle remarked, taking a slow, deliberate sip of his beer, trying to mask the chaos within him.
"That's their game! They lure you in with a false sense of security, making you think they're harmless, only to strike when you least expect it," another hunter spat out, his eyes blazing with hatred. "What happened was a wake-up call
