Freya’s P.O.V
“Cameron…” I whispered as he came rushing into the room, followed by Sarah and Darcia.
“Freya!” He took a step towards me, but was stopped by one of the witches who came to stand in his way. “Damnit! Move!”
“She belongs to us, wolf!” The witch sneered at him. “Leave now! We don’t want a war!”
“Freya is my mate,” Cameron growled back at the witches, his eyes turning a bright golden as his voice deepened. “You called for a war the second you took her from me.”
I tried to get up from the floor, but then found myself being hauled up by a grip on my hair.
“Cameron!” Much to my horror, I found out that it was Maggie who had me in her grasp. “Move out of the way or she dies!”
A knife was pointed to my throat a second later, but it had the opposite effect of what Maggie had wanted. Now, even her own coven was alert and angry at her.