Alfred’s POVI think of the times when she was not here. Those horrible times when I felt nothing but pain due to her absence. There was always a little fragment you remember her by, her essence was everywhere. It was difficult to turn a blind eye to them without wrapping yourself around a memory. I looked for her in places where she used to walk on, sit and chat with the set of friends she had made here. I thought of the ways to go in search of her, at first that was the case. I saw how she was doing at her new job, the little life she had created for herself. She wasn't happy enough because I could feel her emotions, the way she tore herself apart just to prove a point. I did not want to be a hindrance to her growth, to the little freedom she might get. I was glad that I made it clear that I still wanted her close because I believed she would have wandered far more than I could reach. I didn't know how that felt when one was alive until I saw her back at the mansion because of the

Freda’s POVNight finally came. I drifted into a long sleep not knowing what I was waiting for anymore. Was I waiting for him to come? Tell me the news about Diane's father. Was he able to catch Diane? As much as I hated hearing her name in my mind, I couldn't help my curiosity every time the conversation comes up. At this point time was my greatest enemy, the more it passes the more I realized that I was alone in my room.I didn't want to be. I have been so used to having someone in my bed, cuddling and leaving little words on my skin with nothing but silence. Alfred didn't have to say much, my heart recognized him. It would be difficult for him to get past this phase but I was ready to do every part of this life with him.I got up from my bed still entangled with the duvet, I got out of it. I couldn't sleep in the early hours of the morning, I was thinking of him. I entered the closet and took my favorite blanket. I remember the last time I went to his room, sneaked into his room,

Freda’s POV He didn't call it the field. He said "Farm."I tried to picture him as a man who would like farming and agriculture but no, the imagery was tainted. In fact, it didn't exist. Probably because the image I have of him was so strong that it was difficult to drain it in my mind. I imagined him as the ones with expensive tuxedos, the ones that were always working and doing what they needed to do to make a huge amount every hour of the day. The man with a different secret, a rare one. A farmer wasn't included in any of all these I have mentioned. I thought it might be a warehouse. Actually, there is one but it was difficult to picture such a sophisticated business out there in the woods. The drive was not long at all. The fields were still in the area but the question remained, why was he trying to let me in on this? This man was a rare one to comprehend, he does things and you wonder what was the thought behind all of it. His thoughts were just as unpredictable as his actio

Alfred’s POV"That was all she said." I tried to convince Kale about what I heard. "That's a bit strange. Maybe she just said that in her sleep." He started. "You know how well people talk in their sleep." I shook my head, pouring more Irish wine into the glass. I was facing the window in my study. I have always loved the view from here, it was something I have admired over the years. Making this place my favorite spot in the mansion. I remembered that it was a long time since I had a run through the woods. I haven't gone to the shelter for a long time. Maybe the memories that were attached to the shelter have always been scary and too much for me. "I don't think so. I think she has the ability.""No, let's not get ahead of ourselves.""Why not? It is good we are prepared, her transition is near.""That's what we keep saying but we haven't actually tried to help her through it. It is the end of the month in two days. Trust me, we would know how tricky time is until we have the moon

Freda’s POVIt seemed that the news of this bounty was everywhere. It made it evident that this mansion might be the only place where I might be safe. I might not like the idea but I didn't like the idea of dying either. I fought through the pain I had in my arms. The pain I felt was more than the tear in my skin.I tugged at the rope a little tighter as Aaron ordered. I have been training a little hard on this day and the cold weather wasn't looking like it any further. I was sweating as I entered the last round of my training for the day. "You hit hard. If I don't know any better I would tell you you've done it before.""I have. I have been training a little recently but I think now things have gotten a little bit serious.""Yeah it has. You have a lot of drive, a lot of anger to process. I'm glad you are channeling that into the best way you know how."I sighed as I loosened the tight glove with which I wrapped my hands. "It doesn't feel like it."I was about to walk away when he