Freya’s pov
“Freya stop! We are gonna get into trouble,” Rachael yelled from behind me. But I didn't care what she said or for her tremor I didn't care how much trouble I was going to get into, all that mattered was Artemis, was confronting my mate, whom I have bedded with since the day I arrived here, all I cared for was asking him if he killed my father all this time and kept me in the dark.
“Freya! Freya!” Williams and Racheal called out to me. Their footsteps drew nigh, a sign that they were chasing me, trying to stop me from taking my rash action as they called it.
Stopping abruptly I turned to them, “there is nothing either of you would say that would change my mind. Now I'm going to go and ask my mate, and NO, I would not add your names,” I said, cutting them off before they had
