Wolfless Luna
I said with a nod, feeling my face turn red as I shoved another piece of jam covered bread into my mouth.
“Sorry, where are my manners, I’m Ava,” the girl said, holding out her hand. I too gingerly took it in my own and gave it a hearty shake, her sunflower pendant around her neck dangling down by her chin as we shook and swaying back and forth.
“Freya,” I replied.
“Don’t feel too bad, Helena can be a complete and utter bitch,” she said as she cut her egg, the gooey yolk spilling out and oozing all over the meatloaf below it, like an ochre waterfall.