Freya was brought to the iron stronghold of the Red Crest Pack.
Valen's younger brother lay dying on the furs, poisoned by a hunter's cursed crossbow bolt.
"Save him," Valen demanded, towering over Freya. "Fail, and your head rolls before dawn."
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Freya looked Valen dead in the eye. "Remove these chains. A healer works with free hands, not as a slave."
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