FREYA'S POV:
The beating organ in my chest pulses at an abnormal rate to a faster rhythm.
My wolf howls within me, urging me to let it all go and take his hand, risk it all and follow him and let him in.
My cautious nature takes over and I hesitate again.
"Don't tell me you're going to leave me hanging." He's so smug and prideful, yet there's something that draws me to him that I can't seem to understand.
It should appall me but I find it intriguing.
I stretch out my hand to his but then wary, I pull it back.
"How am I sure you're not trying to kidnap me and sell my organs to some shady organization?" I'm speaking gibberish now.
Maybe it's to hide my fear or whatever it is inside me.
He laughs out, not expecting my answer.
"I'm sure you have beautiful organs but right now, I'm in
