FREYA
"That was not like you," I am forced to point out as the office goes quiet.
Max does not answer and I deflect, seeing how his jaw is set.
Whatever relationship he has with her, if any, is something he is protecting. Even from me.
"She is lovely," I say. "She is not from this pack, is she? I do not know her face."
"No." He looks back at the map. "I found her about six months ago not too far from the western border, beaten half to death by some rogues, they had done, or were going to do, worse. She had nowhere to go and— well, you know the rest.”
"That was kind of you."
"You would have done the same,” he replies and then shifts the conversation, “you're still going to the temple tomorrow? Eli mentioned it yesterday. I'm surprised you're taking all of this so well Fre—”
“I have
