21. Freya

He left. He literally turned up, threw my world, my ability to see straight into the fucking wind and walked away!

My thighs were still shaking when he placed me on the ground. Our collision had left me a sweating, messy wreck wanting nothing more than to have another go but apparently that wasn’t on the agenda.

Neither was giving a reason why he was injured. Those deep gashes across his ribs made my heart ache. His sculpted, firm muscles are a temple to perfection. To see them clawed so brutally was shocking.

/You want to care for him/ Livi suggested. /He is part of us now, regardless of his past./

I scrambled around on the ground to find the oil lamp. He can’t get far, not with those injuries, his wolf must be exhausted. Livi quickly shifted and we followed his scent into the darkness.

People assume I am one of those girls uncomfortable with shifting. During my abandonment at White Forest by Phillipe I found it helped. As Genevieve moped around the White Forest castle or my mother