FREYA
I read the note twice, and for a moment, for one breath, before I can stop it, the old foolish thing inside of me reacts and Eli's mark on my neck warms.
*Mother of our pack. Esteemed Luna.*
He thought of me. On this night, in the middle of all of it, he stopped and thought of me and wanted me to have something beautiful but it hardly has the intended effect.
Because I have seen this before. This is the thing Eli does. He wounds, and then he soothes. He cannot say a warm word to my face, he proved that in the hall not a few hours ago, but he can leave one on the bed where he does not have to watch it land, where he risks nothing, where he owes nothing after.
And through the bond I can feel that it is sincere. That is the cruelest part of all. The care behind it is real. He me
