FREYA'S POV: I turn the other way before his lips can meet mine and I lose my mind and willpower to his lips.He freezes at my rejection, staring at the side of my head. Practically boring holes with his eyes.The grip on my arm from him tightens as he stares into my soul. It takes everything within me to rip myself away from him before he melts away my resolve with those silver eyes.I tug my hand from his hold, rubbing on the sore spot he’s left.“It doesn’t matter if you believe me or not, Silas. The truth won’t change just because it doesn’t make sense to you.”“Bullshit.” He seethes now, clearly not loving my reaction to him.I don’t understand why he’s being so stubborn. Did it hurt his ego so badly to be turned down?“And what is your reason?” He asks now, slowly getting riddledI avoid his eyes, still unable to look up into them again, in fear that he might just see my apprehension and reluctance. It was just Silas, the Sil

FREYA'S POV:Now, it’s either Norman is just too dumb and mistaking the scent he's getting as something else… Or, something was definitely wrong.Even if he was as dumb as the chicken from Moana, a wolf’s instinct was impeccable. We could differentiate between the ranking of wolves easily with just a whiff of the scents they give off or their aura.Still, there was no way… It wasn’t possible. The potion couldn’t have worn off so suddenly.He continues sniffing and then his eyes fall on me, dead serious.“What?”He says nothing, stepping closer to me.“You…”At this point, I’m shaking in my seat. I’m sweating like a pig, my underarms soaked in perspirationNo way, no way, no way.He stares at me suspiciously as I tremble.“The smell’s coming from you.”Fuck.Run.My mind screams for me to run as he slowly creeps in closer to me, trying to verify his new theory.I leap from my seat quickly, taking a big st

FREYA'S POV: The brief encounter with Adam is enough to make the rest of my day less of a dread and brighter…just a tad bit, and it feels much worse when he leaves finally.The silence is enough to trigger my thoughts again. I’m more than relieved once the final bell rings and the last class for the day dismisses.I grab my homework and a few textbooks in my bag and walk straight to the female dormitory with plans of crashing onto my bed and drifting into a deep sleep — anything to lose consciousness for a while.If it’s possible, I would sleep for months, or sleep my way till all this was over.I mostly pride myself on being too tough to crack under pressure yet here I am, looking for an easy way out.I push the doors into the familiar tall, brick building with it's architecture similar to a mini castle which was still pretty big, and move over to the grand stairwell, making my way to my room floor.Flamboyant giggling up ahead becomes very apparent and

FREYA'S POV: We cry for seconds that feel like an eternity and at the last minute, I don’t want to let go. I’m scared that when the moment ends, I will be alone again. It’s weird but the thought hunts me. However, I release her when she gently eases herself away to look at me.“You have me okay?”I nod, sniffling.“You can tell me anything. I won’t judge, even if you secretly do like Silas.”I chuckle at her persistence, but still nod.“I don’t have a crush on him though.” I say but my wolf disagrees.“Good. Promise you will stay away from him. He's more trouble than it's worth.”Now, I remain still and quiet, looking the other way."Promise?" She pushes now.“I can’t.”“What do you mean you can’t? He’s the reason your life is in shambles right now, yet you won’t stay away?”“I wish I could.”I wish it was that simple.I really did wish I could forget him, delete him from my life, and start afresh and find happiness

FREYA'S POV:His lips just barely touch mine and I feel the warmth of his exhaled breath on my face. Again my eyes move to his lips against my will. I can’t look away no matter how much I resist whatever hold he has over me.“What exactly have you been up to?”“Nothing. Ignore what Norman said.”“Norman? You’re already on a first name basis?” His frown deepens.“He’s a classmate. I’m supposed to know his name, Silas.”“No, you’re not.” He responds sternly now, his eyes growing colder yet his voice retains the low husky tone.My heart twists within me. My wolf whines in pain just from the expression on his face. I momentarily forget every single feeling of anger and resentment within me, letting myself drown deeper within him.He sighs painfully now.“You’ve been a bad girl, Freya, hiding from me for this long.”I want to tell him I haven’t really been hiding from him, just in a different location. But I remain silent, only watching t