Freya looked over at Thorfinn and for the first time he’d see terror in her eyes. It wasn’t just fear; it was a root that twisted around her heart and soul and refused to let her free. "I can’t feel it. Thorfinn." She felt like she’d choke on her words, even her voice sounded far away, distant, as if it belonged to someone else. "I can’t do anything. I can’t shift. I’m not…"

She felt her heart pounding in her chest and began to shake her head. "No, this can’t be happening." She wanted to push away from him but she didn’t feel as if she had the strength. Her limbs felt awkward when they moved and everything felt slower. She leaned against him, pressing her face to his chest. She wouldn’t cry, she was to shaken to do more but repeat herself.

"I can’t shift. It’s gone, it’s all gone." She couldn’t believe it.