** Freya’s Point of View **
The next weeks fly by. Between mine and Neo’s transfusions, preparing to open the academy, and trying to find more permanent accommodation for the Crescent Moon Pack, I feel as though I’ve not had a moment to myself, and I’m more than ready for a break away from it all. This is why I am currently lying face down on a table, covered in oil, whilst a young woman called Frankie massages my back.
“Girl, your man is a legend for this,” Nyx groans beside me as she has a head massage.
“He’s not my man,” I hum, so relaxed that I'm on the verge of sleep.
“He sure seems like your man to me,” Sophia laughs.
“Why? Because he booked us a Spa day?” I ask sarcastically.
“Don’t pretend you're not in love with him. I see the way you've been looking at him lately. You may
