A deer
Nick's P.O.V I went home as Ruth told me it wasn't smart to visit her. All she said was that she and Oliver were going to visit the pack soon and then they would tell everything about Freya they knew. They only told me her name as we all though that I had the right to know her name. I was dreaming of Freya every night. I was madly in love but anxious as there was obviously something wrong. For a week long straight, I have been dreaming of seeing a deer in the forest. The deer had a beautiful skin and beautiful, dark, innocent eyes. Her face was unknowing and innocent. Then, right in front of me, she was killed by a hunter. I attacked the hunter and woke up with the deer's eyes pleading to me for help. Those eyes filled with pain, sorrow, hope and sadness would be printed into my mind for
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