Chapter Thirteen

Freya's heart was pounding as she walked through the dense forest, trying to locate the place her aunt had described. She had been walking for hours and now the sun was starting to set, casting long shadows across the forest floor. She felt lost and alone, with nothing but the sound of the wind rustling through the trees and the occasional hoot of an owl to keep her company.

As she walked, she clutched her newborn wolf child tightly to her chest, feeling the small, warm bundle of fur breathing softly against her skin. She had never felt so protective of anything in her life, and she vowed to keep him safe no matter what.

But as the light faded and the shadows grew longer, she began to worry that she wouldn't be able to find her way. She looked around frantically, trying to spot any landmarks or signs that would point her in the right direction. But everything looked the same, and she soon realized that she was hopelessly lost.

Just when she was about to give up hope, she spotted a lar