Fraya
Laughter fills the air as we sit around a campfire in the woods. Every one of the werewolves have traveled here when they heard that their king has returned along with their old queen. I was welcomed back with open arms and Donahue has been glared at with open hatred, but that has changed a bit when they heard my story. So many questions have been thrown around and I have tried answering
every one of them. The shifters had stories of their own to tell and for hours we have sat here, sharing stories old and new. There is still a divide between the shifters and the Fae but I hope that it will change with times as more of them finds their mates and the world of the shifters grow. Every now and then, my eyes travel to Victoria, watching her with her shifter mate named Brian. They look
