FREYA'S POV:My new discovery since coming to school today is my inability to focus on basically everything and I blame it on the fact that I can feel his eyes burning into me every now and then.From the first, second and now the third period, I’m painfully aware of his gaze that lingers on the back of my head.I don’t dare stare back though. I don’t know why but I have a feeling I would start something I’m unable to handle.His gaze on me feels like a warm breeze, dancing on the surface of my neck and blowing across my entire naked body.Somehow, I can’t describe it without sexualizing everything about him.For some reason every time I close my eyes, his lips pop into my mind, the sleepy look in his eyes when he invades my personal space, the last time he almost kissed me and didn’t eventually.I catch myself nibbling on my lower lip and shake my head. I have somehow developed an unhealthy obsession with Silas’ lips and I blame it simply on the previous sleepless nights caused by

FREYA'S POV:Out in the open large field, right beside the main school building, all the students gather in our sport outfits for a run. The setting is almost as similar as the one months ago, the first night Silas and I had hung out.The exercise is much more different from that, however, with no racing being involved. We are divided into groups to scout the bushes and train in our wolves.The best part of this exercise is all the students in both different programs participated together. It’s a huge relief once I spot Xena few feet away. Her eyes lit up almost as bright as mine.“Xena!” I cry out, dashing towards her.“Freya!”We grip ourselves in a bone tight hug, with Xena almost strangling me.Once all the air has been squeezed from my lungs with no way of taking more in, I tap her before she lets me go, dropping me back down.“Sorry, you are so light. It’s so easy to pick you up and squeeze you to death.” She jokes, chuckling who

The same golden brown wolf that chased me down the cliff emerges from the bushes, stopping right there as he spots Silas.The wolf is nothing compared to the height of his wolf, which is strangely a comforting feeling.As though recognizing his presence, he halts quickly, bowing its head just a bit. Silas growls nevertheless, still displaying hostility, notwithstanding the act of submission right there.I remain silent behind the shrubs, being shielded from him. I know I’m out of danger and there’s no way I would be recognized now.Yet I hide, still butt naked.Its reaction to Silas makes one thing clear. He or she is a student.Anyone seeing this situation right now would be bad news for me. There’s no way gossip won’t spread around school once I’m seen naked with the Alpha prince.There’s no way it wouldn’t be interpreted as something else.The golden wolf tries to turn over to where I’m hiding but Silas blocks his path, growling and baring his teeth threateningly.Basically telling

FREYA'S POV:She drops me atop the hard bed with so much ease, all without breaking a single sweat even after carrying me the entire way here.I sigh, coming back to the very familiar room again for the third time. I also know this wouldn’t be the last, seeing as my luck has been anything but good recently.Xena drags a seat close to my side with a first aid kit, dropping next to me.“Let me see it.”I gently raise my legs, dropping them on her lap without hesitation and she gets right into what she needs to do; pulling my socks out of the way and accessing the problem.“Lucky for you, it’s not that bad. It should heal in a few days.”I nod, simply watching her dress it.Seconds of silence pass again, with nothing left to say and an atmosphere of stillness, I ask the question that had been on my mind for a while.“It’s okay if you don’t want to say much about it, but I can’t help but be curious though… about you and Lucas.”She pauses for a brief moment, most definitely stunned by my

FREYA'S POV:I feel like a home wrecker.The type you see on TV, obsessed with the husband and trying to steal him away from his plane mundane life with his family. The heartless kind that has no care for what the outcomes of her actions may be.I’m not seeking him out though. He’s seeking me and I’ve grown quite fond of his sweet stolen kisses and the ones that aren’t stolen as well.I tell myself even more excuses to prove what I’ve done — what I’m doing is okay… but nothing seems sensible with being mad at him, cause he’s eventually going to end up with the girl he is currently dating.I am the other woman. That single fact I’ve pushed down deep within me and justified because Elena is simply a spawn of Satan. It stands before me as unmistakable.Yet I’m furious, telling myself I hate the Alpha prince for deceiving me…but, wasn’t it I that let him kiss me again and again despite it all?I chose to play along and delude myself. It made no sense as to why I’m so mad about it. In a