All Chapters of He Threw Me Away Once, This Time I Choose the Lycan prince: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

FREYA'S POVFor a long moment after Kade lowered his head, nobody moved.The corridor had gone so still that I could hear my own heartbeat, and the small drip of something somewhere, and the breath of six people all holding it at once. The teachers had frozen where they stood. One of them had a hand still raised in the air, halfway through a gesture he had abandoned. Even Ronan was standing there with an odd, distant look on his face, as though the thing that had just happened had surprised him most of all.Then the senior teacher snapped out of it."Kade," he said, sharp and level. "Shift back. Now."The great dark wolf in the middle of the corridor shuddered, once, and then folded in on itself the way a body does when it gives something up. It was not smooth. It looked painful. The shape came apart and came back together smaller, and then Kade was on his hands and knees on the stone with his head down and his breath sawing in and out of him, and someone had thrown a coat around his

FREYA’S POVShe didn't expect that response. It was clear in the way she blinked, looking dumbfounded. I wasn't trying to add to the compliment to show her how grateful I was for her being my friend.“Really, you’re a God sent, Freya. Anyone would be lucky to have you as a friend.” she apparently wasn't done. She was still waiting for me to chip in.She had clearly been waiting for the rest of it — for the reassurance, for the little ritual. And when it did not come, something crossed her face. Surprise, first. And then, briefly, the smallest flicker of uncertainty, like a chess player who had reached for a piece and found the board slightly rearranged.But she did not push it. She just nodded, and lay down, and pulled the blanket up to her chin."Goodnight," she said."Goodnight."I could not sleep.I lay on my back in my own bed with my eyes open and listened to the room. Ivy was restless at first — turning, sighing, the little scratch of her hair on the pillow. And then, slowly, he

FREYA’S POVIvy brought me toast and eggs and a glass of orange juice and set the tray across my knees like a nurse in a hospital, and then she sat at the end of the bed and watched me."Eat.""I'm not hungry.""You're sick. You have to eat." She nudged the plate. "Three bites. Minimum. Then I'll leave you alone."I ate three bites. It took a while and I made a show of it, and somewhere in the middle of it the tiredness I had been pretending at all morning turned into the real thing, and I leaned my head back and closed my eyes, and after a while the whole room went soft and slow and went away.When I woke it was afternoon.The light through the curtains had gone gold and long, and the house was quiet, and I felt thick and heavy and slow, like I was moving through water. My mouth was dry. My head ached faintly at the back.She was watching me eat. She brought me the food.I lay there for a moment and felt the little tickle of worry at the back of my mind, and turned it over. I was sti

FREYA’S POVMy mother came in just after nine with a cup of tea for me and her own coffee in her other hand, and she sat down in the chair by the window instead of on the bed, which was how I knew she had something to say."Are you ready to go?"I hummed, and did not move, and did not sit up."Freya.""In a minute.""You have said that twice already this morning."She gave me a look over the rim of her coffee, and then something in her softened, and she set the cup down on the sill and came over to the bed after all, and sat where she always sat, at the edge, and took my hand."Sweetheart, listen to me," she said, and her voice was warm. "You have nothing to worry about. You hear me? Nothing at all. Dr. Ewan is an old friend of your father's, and she is kind, and she has been doing this longer than you have been alive. She has seen every strange thing a wolf can do to their own body. You are not the first girl who has frightened herself." She squeezed my fingers. "And whatever is wron

FREYA'S POV"Is there a problem?"Ronan tilted his head while he waited for my response. He had called her last night, and Ivy had been asleep two feet from me when she did it, and had come back in and said nothing."What did she say to you?" Was what I said when my mouth finally decided to move."About what?""Anything. Start at the beginning."Ronan looked at the stairs above my head, then at the floor, and pushed a hand through his hair. "She said you had a fever and your mother was keeping you home. But it was nothing serious and it was the same thing you always do — find a reason to duck out of anything that might be hard."He paused."Then she said she was at yours. That she'd come over to help."A kindness nobody witnesses never happened. Ivy had never once in her life done a good deed in an empty room, and of course she had told him she was here."Did she ask you anything?"His brows pulled in. "Ask me anything?""What did she want?"He opened his mouth and shut it. "She want