Freya
The memory of our professor brought a bittersweet smile to my face. "I saw in the news that Professor Blackwood came back for the celebration. How is the old wolf doing these days?"
Johnny's eyes lit up with amusement. "He's well,just extremely annoyed by what he calls 'disgraceful former students' like us showing up in his territory now and then. Still has that same growl when someone challenges his theories."
I laughed,feeling my wolf stir with nostalgia for those days when our mentor would prowl around the lab,demanding excellence from every line of code we wrote. Those late nights had forged something special in me—a strength I'd almost forgotten I possessed.
Johnny leaned forward,his eyes serious now. "Come back to us,Freya. The pack—I mean,the company—needs you."
