Freya
I hadn't heard about Silvano's return. No one had thought to tell me.
It had been half a moon cycle since I'd moved out of the pack house and into this small apartment on the edge of Shadow Pack territory. During this time,I had gradually grown accustomed to—and even begun to appreciate—the quiet solitude of living alone. No pack politics,no disappointed looks,no competing for attention that should have been freely given.
This morning was Saturday,and I had allowed myself the luxury of sleeping in. My wolf had finally settled into a more peaceful rhythm,no longer whimpering through the night for our mate and pup. After washing up,I pulled back the curtains to find perfect sunshine streaming through the windows.
I stretched,feeling my wolf stir contentedly as I moved aro
