Chapter 58: A Last-Ditch Bet

Freya's POV

The camp was in disarray.

Wolves hurried about, their eyes flicking to the devastation I had wrought, their voices tense. The smell of burning earth, splintered wood, and panic filled the air.

Be afraid of me.

Standing in the center of it all, feeling the weight of their looks, I swallowed hard. They weren't to blame. I had no idea how that had occurred. I was attempting to manage it one moment. Everything was broken the next day.

Tense but firm, Finnick stood next to me. Since he had asked me that question, "What have you become?" he had not spoken.

I had nothing to say.

Alpha Nolan's face was stern as he pushed through the mob. "What on earth went wrong here?" His piercing look fell upon me. "Freya?"

My mouth opened, but nothing came out.

A warrior whispered, "She lost control." "This is what she did."