The way Margaret treated Freya compared to how she treated her own son was like night and day. Despite everything that had happened between them, Margaret had always treated Freya like a daughter.
Freya couldn't refuse. If she did, Margaret would surely suspect something was wrong between them. "Of course, Margaret. Let me walk you downstairs. It's late, and you need your rest."
The two women left arm in arm, leaving Niklaus, the patient, alone in the ward.
"Freya, when are you and Niklaus planning to have pups?" Margaret asked as they walked down the corridor. She quickly added, seeing Freya's expression, "It's harder for a she-wolf to recover from childbirth as she gets older."
Freya hesitated. "Margaret, Niklaus and I..."
She wasn't sure how to gracefully inform her mot
