Chapter 79
Freya
I watch as all the wolves in the pack bow to me.
Well, it's not voluntary—their heads are forced down by my new vampire guards—but who cares? The effect is the same. Power, real and absolute, hums in my veins. It's a headier feeling than I ever imagined.
Gosh, they smell. The scent of their fear, their sweat, their wolfish musk. It's overwhelming, almost nauseating.
I look at them sniveling, these creatures I once begged for acceptance from, and I can't believe I ever wanted it.
That mysterious, hooded figure gave me a chance at a new life. He saw the broken, discarded thing I was and offered me not just power, but a choice. Being a vampire has changed everything for me.
The constant, gnawing weakness is gone, replaced by a cool, humming strength. I'm no longer the weak little Freya they all pitied, the weak little human mate who was always one wrong step away from being shattered.
