…Rowland pov… "Hey, are you alright?" Freya asked me, as I sat down beside her. "Yes, I'm fine," I replied, but my mind was elsewhere. "What's wrong?" she asked, sensing my unease. "I need to talk to you about something," I said, hesitantly. "Okay," she said, her expression turning serious. "I need you to promise me something," I said, looking into her eyes. "What is it?" she asked, her voice filled with concern. "I need you to keep my identity a secret," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "Your identity?" "Yes, I don't want my identity to be exposed,hh" I replied. Freya nodded, her expression thoughtful. "I understand," she said. … Elena POV… "I just need you to be c

 ...Elena POV… As Rowland and I walked through the dark path, I couldn't help but feel a little uneasy. The silence of the forest was only broken by our footsteps and the occasional rustling of leaves in the wind. But as the first rays of dawn started to appear on the horizon, I felt a sense of relief. The darkness was lifting, and soon we would be bathed in the warm light of the sun. I turned to Rowland and smiled. "Look," I said, pointing to the sky. "The sun is rising." Rowland nodded and looked up. "It's a beautiful sight," he said we arrived at the river, Rowland immediately bent down to take a closer look. I watched as he studied the water, trying to gauge its depth and strength. "We can swim across it," he said, turning to me with a smile. I felt a bit uncomfortable at the thought of swimming in the cold water, but Rowland took my h

  Rowland point of view I sat on the train with Freya, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. My wolf was restless, and I knew better than to ignore his instincts. But for the life of me, I couldn't see anything out of the ordinary. I glanced around the carriage, scanning my surroundings for any signs of danger. But everything seemed normal - too normal, in fact. The couple seated in front of us were deep in conversation, their voices rising and falling in an endless stream of chatter. I tried to tune them out, focusing instead on Freya's soft breathing as she slept soundly beside me. But their constant noise was grating on my nerves, and I found myself snapping at them to be quiet. "Excuse me," I said, my voice low but firm. "Could you please keep your voices down? My companion is trying to sleep." The couple looked startled for a moment, as if they hadn't rea

  …Salena POV…  Rowland's expression softened, and he took a step towards me. "I'm sorry, Salena," he said, his voice filled with regret. "I know I haven't been the best partner lately. But please understand, this is important." I wanted to be understanding, to be patient with him. But the hurt and frustration was too much. "I can't do this anymore, Rowland," I said, my voice shaking. "I can't be with someone who always puts work first." Rowland looked at me, his eyes filled with sadness. "Salena, please," he said, his voice low. "I love you. You know that, right?" I wanted to believe him, to believe that he still cared for me. But the hurt was too much. "I don't know anymore, Rowland," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. And with that, he was gone, the door shutting behind him with a finality that made my heart ache.

…Elena POV… I slowly opened my eyes, feeling groggy and disoriented. The first thing I saw was a man standing over me, his hand resting gently on mine. I couldn't quite make out his face in the foggy haze that surrounded us, but I knew he was an Alpha. I had a vague sense of familiarity with him, but couldn't quite place him. "What happened to me?" I asked, trying to sit up. My head was pounding and I felt like I had been hit by a truck. My head felt bigger and I had a hard time thinking. I could only look around as my eyes opened to let more in. "W..where… am… I?" "Everything is okay, Freya," he said, his voice deep and reassuring. Freya? My name is freya? "My name F...freya wasn't it?" It sounded familiar, but I couldn't remember anything else about myself. I looked around, trying to get my bearings. We were in some sort of dimly lit room, with stone walls and a low ceiling. It reminded me of a cave, but I couldn't be sure. I felt a pain on my head again and memories started