It had been two hours since Freya had left for Beckley, yet Zavian was still at the train station. He wasn't waiting for her to return, or standing their thinking about how beautiful she looked with her blonde locks dancing around in the wind, or the way her eyes glistened like the sun. But he was waiting for his own train to arrive, because what Freya did not know what that Zavian was going to follow her to Beckley. He had to make sure whether the wedding she was going to involved werewolves or not, because that would help him conclude when it would be the right time to break the news to her.
He was also not willing to leave her alone, because now that he had killed the Alpha of one of the stronger packs around his town, he couldn't risk putting his mate's life into any sort of danger.
