Freya’s POV
I caught sight of Ezren dropping to one knee and then the other. Held up only by his sword. Blood dripped from his fingers, and blood ran down his upper lip from his nose and his chin from his mouth.
I screamed in frustration, wanting to go to him. Kael stopped me every time I tried to break past him. Mocking me.
“See if you would have married me. This wouldn’t be happening. Would it?” He grabbed at me and pulled me to his side, trying to kiss me. I bit his bottom lip clean through and spat it out in front of him. He howled in pain, blood running down his chest and abs, looking grotesque.
“You will pay for all you have done.” He slurred.
“I will watch them rip your wolf from your body,” I screamed, throwing my knife at his temple as hard as I could, hoping to knock him
