Rowena POV
Freya stands tall as she steps out of the trees. The sunlight shines brightly on her fur, making it appear as if she is glittering. I let her have full control and she growls loudly again.
Every werewolf on the battlefield stops fighting. The growls and snarls that once filled the air come to an abrupt stop. Many of the wolves take their human form once again, kneeling in Freya's presence. Those that remain wolves bare their necks in my direction.
Freya takes a step into the clearing. No one dares to approach her. In fact, they shrink away from her as if she is something to fear. I don't try and hide my confusion.
'This is what it means to be an Alpha,' Freya reminds me of who I am.
Freya's eyes glance across the battlefield, and I notice that the rogues who have surrounded Tristan have not relented. They are gnashing their teeth in his direction, but Tristan is no longer paying attention to them. He cannot take his eyes off Freya.