***Ollie***
I step toward the bench a little more and contemplate my words.
"You've said that to me many times before, over the years," I begin, clearing my throat a little, "but it feels entirely different this time."
She gives me a coy smile and looks down at her hands while they rest on her lap. I wasn't used to seeing this vulnerable side of her, for I had always known her as such a confident and tenacious person.
But as feisty as she can be and as feisty as her wolf certainly is, Freya's heart is as soft and vulnerable as any other sixteen year old adolescent. After a minute of silence she looks up at me and smiles.
"You used to gatecrash my sleepovers...every single summer on the weekend around my birthday. Oddly happy to have your nails painted and for the other girls to try p
