I won

Freya's POV

I sit beside the bed, my hands clasped tightly in my lap as I watch the healer work. The sharp, wet crack of bones being snapped back into place sends a shiver through me, but I don't flinch. I don't make a sound. I simply endure.

Jake clenches his jaw, his entire body going rigid as his leg is forcefully realigned. The pain in his eyes is unmistakable, though he grits his teeth and refuses to cry out. He wants to be strong. For himself. For the pack. For me.

But watching him suffer like this—because of her—is unbearable.I swallow thickly, my nails digging into the soft flesh of my palm. The pain helps me focus. It keeps me from drowning in my own emotions.

The biggest opposition to our love had always been Ember and her father.

Jake's former fiancée. The girl who had haunted my every step from the moment fate declared me his true mate. The girl who should have been gone for good.