Chapter 28

Freya

Many nights I've cried at my bedroom window, looking up at the moon, pleading to it to transform me into a wolf, for I believed I'd be happy once I am. I would be happy as the female lead in the werewolf romance novels after they've found their fated mate. The male wolves always seem to do so no matter what the female characters are going through, and so I was without any doubt I would receive what I was longing for: To be loved, seen, and cherished.

Amongst a meadow of daisies A white-petaled plant with a yellow centre. I lay facing Jurius as he rested on his side, staring into his eyes. He returned my every gaze.

After the shift, he was left naked; his clothes were torn apart. While resting on his side, one of his legs was across his lower body, covering his manly features. I didn't mind, for I was too infatuated with the fact that we were soulmates—that I was mated to a wolf shifter. A creature I assumed was just a myth, but now staring into Jurius eyes and seeing him change,