Wolfless Luna
“Nice girl.”
Thank fuck, I thought to myself.
“And where do you know Freya from?” Damien asked.
What the hell is this? An interrogation? I asked myself as I put a smile on my face, reminding myself to breathe. They are just making conversation. It is a special dinner.
“Oh! Well like I said we grew up together,” I stammered, thinking up a story as I went. It wasn’t like I could say who she really was. Freya was obviously on the lam, and if she was hiding from Leopold, I imagined she had a good reason. I couldn’t expose her without knowing. “She’s a Blood Moon, part of one of the omega families,” I replied. “Her family worked for mine, and her mother often brought her by to play as she was clo