Freya Rose Book Three ~ Honored By A Hunter

In a world where hunter and werewolf exist in a tense, dangerous balance, Freya Rose finds herself at the heart of a conflict far greater than she imagined. Stabbed by a fellow hunter, she awakens to a startling truth: she is a werewolf. Now, caught between two warring factions and grappling with her new, terrifying power, Freya must navigate betrayal, hidden motives, and a legacy she never asked for. Can she protect her loved ones, control her inner beast, and uncover the truth before both worlds collide?

Freya Rose Book Three ~ Honored By A Hunter

In a world where hunter and werewolf exist in a tense, dangerous balance, Freya Rose finds herself at the heart of a conflict far greater than she imagined. Stabbed by a fellow hunter, she awakens to a startling truth: she is a werewolf. Now, caught between two warring factions and grappling with her new, terrifying power, Freya must navigate betrayal, hidden motives, and a legacy she never asked for. Can she protect her loved ones, control her inner beast, and uncover the truth before both worlds collide?

The scent of freshly brewed coffee usually signals a calm start, but not for Evan Hart. It's 6 AM, and he's already endured his morning ritual, which now includes the unwelcome presence of Carmen. He's pouring Mason's coffee, a task he used to share with Freya, when Carmen's voice cuts through the early morning quiet.

"Hey Evan, I'll have one of those if there's any going spare?" Carmen yawns, her voice polite but grating. Evan grips the two coffee mugs tighter, his mind replaying the last two months—the image of Freya, in her wolf form, being stabbed by Carmen's silver knife.

He strides past her, not bothering to conceal his contempt. "It's in the pot, get your own damn coffee!" he snaps. Carmen's fists slam onto the table. "What the fuck is your problem Evan? What have I ever done to you, huh?" Her screech echoes in the quiet kitchen.

A smirk touches Evan's lips. "Carmen, you stabbed one of my best friends in the stomach, and now you want me to be pleasant to you, and make you a coffee? I don't fucking think so sweetheart. You're lucky I didn't throw the whole steaming pot over your damn head!" Her eyes widen in shock, her mouth agape. Finally, someone has the guts to call her out.