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Freyja sat on the bed in her dungeon, staring at the wall with a soft sigh. She flicked her black hair over her shoulder. She had been there for a few days, but it felt like eternity. Her husband would come in to whip her or injure her, asking where she helped their children flee to. She refused to tell him no matter how hard he whipped her. She would do anything for her children, and this was one of them. She stood, walking over to the cell barand leaned on them as she watched the guard drinking. She wondered where Rick had gone off to, but understood he was undercover. He couldn't stay with her all the time. She was more than shocked to find out, despite being allied to this pack, that he was allied to another. She wondered when he changed sides or why. He was a Kitsune spy, which seeme