FREYA’S POV
My claws extended involuntarily as I paced my parent’s spacious sitting room, The Persian rug beneath my feet suffered from my aggressive stomping. Lunch with the Luna did not quite go as I had expected, and Bruno’s resolve was weakening by the day. I could not loose everything after coming this far. I just couldn’t.
“Can you stop all this frantic pacing. The scent of your anxiety is thick in the air, a suffering to my enhanced sense of smell.” My mother said from the couch where she was perched, reading a book on witches.
"He's getting too close, Mother." My voice came out as a growl, my wolf stirring restlessly beneath my skin, banging on the window that controlled my human form. "Bruno has been pining for that wretched girl even after everything.”
“You know, if you c
