The upscale bistro was filled with the soft hum of conversation and the clink of wine glasses. Freya sat among her new colleagues; she wore an elegant black dress. Her hair fell in silky waves, and her skin glowed under the warm light.
She looked radiant, her grace drawing every eye in the room. Three years as a Luna had taught her how to handle any social circle effortlessly.
Freya pointed at a dish on the menu while talking to the person beside her. She laughed at a witty remark, her smile bright.
Across the street, Leonard watched her from a luxury suite. He was Niklaus's best friend and a fellow Alpha; the two had survived the pack's harshest training together. Leonard knew everything, including the fact that Freya was currently pushing for a divorce.
"Looks like your Lun
