#Chapter 556: Guardian Spirits

Olivia Before I could ask what was going on, Freya was already walking across the clearing. Her steps were slow and measured, but at the same time, there was a level of eagerness to them—like she was walking toward someone she was excited to see, but was also in disbelief at the same time. Nathan, still standing beside me, turned to catch where my gaze was drifting and furrowed his brow. “Who’s that?” he asked, cocking his head to the side. “Someone Freya knows?” I simply shook my head, at a loss for words. I couldn’t make out the figure’s face, hair, or other features from here; I just knew that it was a woman dressed in a full-length black coat with a black veil over her face, like she was in mourning. “Someone from Freya’s past, maybe,” I finally said with a shrug. I turned back to Nathan then and shot him the weakest of smiles. “Should we go?” Nathan paused and glanced over at the pit, which was now fully surrounded by the jeering pack members as well as Mira and the