Lina's POV
I arranged to meet Freya at a small café near the hospital. Silas insisted on shadowing me, staying just out of sight but close enough to intervene if necessary.
I didn't argue. Not anymore.
I was carrying the Storm Pack's future in my belly. Adrian's child. The heir everyone was desperate to protect.
I couldn't afford to be reckless, no matter how much I hated being watched.
Freya was already seated when I arrived. She sat ramrod straight, her posture tense and defensive—like a predator ready to strike.
I slid into the seat across from her and didn't waste time with pleasantries.
"If you care about your father and your pack's reputation," I said quietly, "you'll keep Adrian's condition a secret."
Her eyes narrowed. "A secret? So you do know."
"Yes.
