Andrew’s pov
“I can’t tell you what love is. Because love is different for different people,” I heard Freya say.
Her voice was gentle as she talked to her friend.
That girl is smart.
I am sure by now she is realizing that my cousin isn’t worth her time.
“Then can I ask you something?” the girl asked Freya.
She was silent, but my guess is that she nodded at the girl.
I was just sitting outside and enjoying my time when I overheard them talking.
It’s not my fault that my hearing is 6 times better than that of an average werewolf.
And since this had nothing to do with her and being a hunter, Freya didn’t mask her presence.
I could hear everything that they were talking about.
“What is love to you?” the girl asked Freya, who was silent for some time.
Hell, I understand why s
