Freya stared at her phone screen, debating whether to block Niklaus entirely. After a moment's consideration, she decided against it. There needed to be some way to discuss the divorce proceedings, after all.
"The second I get those divorce papers signed," she muttered to herself as she tucked her phone into her bag, "I'm deleting his number forever."
Vicki growled in agreement.
The studio buzzed with activity around her as she settled into her work. Freya loved the hum of creativity, it was a world away from the cold atmosphere of the Whitecrown Pack. She finally felt like herself again.
"Did you see that guy this morning?" Jean whispered, leaning against an easel. "He radiated Beta authority. Gorgeous, too."
"Right?" another artist giggled. "I wonder if he's single."
