Cursed

Rowland point of view

I sat on the train with Freya, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. My wolf was restless, and I knew better than to ignore his instincts. But for the life of me, I couldn't see anything out of the ordinary. I glanced around the carriage, scanning my surroundings for any signs of danger. But everything seemed normal - too normal, in fact.

The couple seated in front of us were deep in conversation, their voices rising and falling in an endless stream of chatter. I tried to tune them out, focusing instead on Freya's soft breathing as she slept soundly beside me. But their constant noise was grating on my nerves, and I found myself snapping at them to be quiet.

"Excuse me," I said, my voice low but firm. "Could you please keep your voices down? My companion is trying to sleep."

The couple looked startled for a moment, as if they hadn't rea