Ep 80

Freya's heart wrenched as she saw her son, Rolf, suffer. Her previously limitless patience had been completely depleted. Her gaze stayed fixated on Raff and Seraphine, two figures who relished in their spiteful victory, flaming with a violent mix of maternal love and rage. Her own clan's hypocritical methods had left a dark stain on what should have been the Luminance Festival's clean, joyous mood.

Freya's change into her powerful werewolf form unfolded with captivating speed, punctuated by a primal cry that pierced the air and rang across the pack. Her pure white fur shimmered wonderfully in the dappled sunshine, almost otherworldly. Her eyes were like twin fires, conveying a strong resolve. She sprang from her seated position, landing with an earth shaking impact in the center of the arena, fully prepared for the confrontation that lay ahead.

As Freya saw her rival's change on the other side of the arena, Seraphine's eyes narrowed and met hers. She had a long-standing desire for dom