Anger

Freya's POV

"Are you ready?" Ivy asked, getting rid of the last piece of clothing shielding her nakedness.

"More than ready." I grinned–I had quickly stripped naked and discreetly pasted a skin plaster on my neck to conceal my mating mark, immediately we entered the woods.

I was more than determined to keep my complicated issues away from Ivy as I didn't want her to worry about me like the mother hen that she was.

At twenty, it was quite a surprise that Ivy was still yet to find her fated mate.

I was already in deep trouble because of the plates I had broken, so I thought I might as well go against her orders, so that I won't feel too miserable when she came back and unleashed her fury on me.

After sighing blissfully, my bones shifted as the hair on my skin morphed into fur, and my limbs multiplied.

In the past, Ivy had described my carnivorous counterpart as an averagely-sized white wolf with a set of crystal-like orbs that exuded an exotic aura.

I let out a loud howl as Ivy also sh