Amelia's POV
The next day,
“Who is it?” I yawned as I tried to get up from the bed, only to fall back. Placing my hand on my forehead, I sighed when I suddenly felt dizzy. “It's Freya. I've brought you breakfast.”
Hearing Freya’s voice, a gentle smile appeared on my lips, “Come in.” I grinned, wondering where she got the idea from. Ever since the last time we talked, Freya had been extremely busy in the pack house. She must have missed me a lot to think of serving me this early, just so we can catch up with everything.
With a silver tray in her hands, Freya walked in, her head lowered as she carefully placed the food on the table. “Amelia.” she gasped as she jumped at me, wrapping her hands around my waist. “Amelia, I missed you so much.” she added, her voice laced with bitterness a
