Chapter 69

Long shadows were thrown by the waning sunset light across the countryside, reflecting Freya's inner struggle. She ran into the trees, her feet pounding the woodland floor, her breath coming in frantic gasps. Each stride appeared to reflect her heart's quick beating, matching the hurry and anxiety that overwhelmed her.

Freya's chest was seized by excruciating and persistent fear. The image of Tigreal and Seraphine intertwined in the moonlight was a terrible apparition that tortured her imagination. The moon watchers' announcement had hit her like a blade, the weight of its implications too much for her to h