Freya's POV
"Go to him," my wolf's voice echoed repeatedly in my head. I tried to move, but my dumb legs decided to become stuck with the ground. What was wrong with me?
“Mate,” he said again, softer this time. "Mate." He said repeatedly while walking to me. He had on a faded jean with a shirt that had dirt on it. With the gloves on his hand, I guessed he'd been working maybe in the farm or garden.
His strong jaw, dark eyes that held something deep, something broken but kind. His hair was scattered too, but I liked it just the way it was. He was perfect for me.
He didn’t say anything at first. Just reached out and pulled me into his arms, holding me tight like he'd finally found that which was lost. I didn't argue.
Time passed, but we stayed there wrapped in each other's a
