** Freya’s Point Of View **
Niall straightens a little in his seat as if he knows I’m there. I move around the table, sitting across from him. So much has happened between me and Niall in this room. Family dinners with both my parents and his, before his mum died and my dad disappeared. I liked him back then. He was my friend and, after dinner, he used to take me up to his bedroom to play with his toys whilst our parents discussed pack business.
Then everything changed and dinners with his father and my mother became unhappy events. Niall used to pull faces at me across the table, or flick his peas at me when no one was watching. My fondest memories were when he tutored me for that month. He had seemed a different person then, his foot always connecting with mine under the table, until h
