The moment Freya stepped in with Jason, all eyes turned to them. She could hear the mumurs especially with her keen werewolf senses and it wasn't good. Beside her Jason just kept mute, his eyes were steely cold as they would in public, he looked so tall and charming in his suit, his blond hair was slicked to the side giving him a regal look befitting of an alpha. Freya sighed and concentrated ahead, she couldn’t let herself think about him, if not all those old feelings along with the pain resurface. He offered his hand but she ignored it and moved forward, she heard him sigh and follow her. Jason ordered soda for them both but Freya refused to drink hers, she just left it untouched on the counter.
“You know you can’t keep doing this” he said and she shrugged.
“Oh I can.” She retorted an
