***Ella***
Sunday passed in a blur of snow and adrenaline, capped off by an interesting night skiing session. The slopes were lined with lights, but given our enhanced vision, we barely needed them.
I wasn’t sure what Ollie had said to Freya the other night, but their interactions had been oddly polite and quiet ever since. Austin had noticed too. Still, we’d all had a great time, and for the first time in a while, I felt completely at ease.
Now, on Monday afternoon, nerves were creeping in for tonight’s meeting. I had no idea what to expect—what to say, how to act. I’d spent so much time learning about Lycans that I was clueless about covens, their customs, or their leader.
For now, though, I am content, sitting under the sun at the top of a mountain, happily eating pizza at a picnic
