Freya
“Hmm hmm huh hmm,” I’d hummed to myself as I took the fresh linens out of the rolling cart, the scent of lavender and vanilla wafting into my nose, the soft soothing smells putting a smile on my face.
It had been a week or two since Helena’s attack, and though bruises had dotted my face, my spirits were no longer broken thanks to Ava. She had been so supportive, and we’d eat dinner with one another each night, swapping tales of our old lives. In my tales, I’d redacted the fact I was the Silvermoon alpha’s daughter of course. And while I did miss my mother, Raven, and especially Lucy… Ava had begun to fill that void for me.
Our bond had come quite swiftly, yet naturally. Eventually I hoped I’d be able to get hold of a phone again, but until then I wouldn’t be able to call Lucy… a
