Freya's POV
I Think He Still Want Me
I hear footsteps approaching from my right, and Thorstein descends the stairs with that same familiar, soft smile that he always wears. His easy demeanor is something I’ve always appreciated about him. He stops right in front of me, placing one large, warm hand over mine. Something is comforting in his touch, a kind of unspoken reassurance that has always been there between us. I raise my brows at him, a small smile tugging at my lips. His presence, though quiet, has always been a calming force in my life.
“I missed you, little wolf,” he says, his voice a low rumble, affectionate but steady.
“I missed you too, Thorstein,” I reply, my tone light, but with a playful glint in my eyes. He knows me well enough to catch the teasing note in my voice.
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