Chapter fifty-one

Freya’s POV

Two weeks after her escape…

"Is this it?" I squinted at the gods forsaken building that stood tall.

"Yes ma'am." The man who took me here going by Gordon eagerly nodded his head up and down. I met him a week later. My plan was fully hatched, and I was ready to implement it. Turns out that he was the perfect person for the job, as he knew every nook and cranny of the silver Moon pack intimately and he would be able to get me to where I needed.

"Are you sure?" I eyed him and the building respectively, not ready to let go of this money especially if it was false news.

Gordon had asked for a ridiculous sum which to him was justified since he was putting his life on the line here, and I grudgingly accepted.

"What the hell do you mean, lady?" He starts to fume, his stocky build getting more pumped up. "You think I'm gonna rip you, I'm not one of those niggas, bitch!"

I whirled around and moved close to him. "Don't ever call me bitch again!" I growled, my wolf rising to the surfa