Freya’s Pov

Three pairs of eyes turned to me, “who are you, Freya?” they asked the million-dollar questions that were roaming my mind.

Who am I?

Even I, didn't have the answer to that.

I stood perplexed as I absorbed the variety of eyes that glued on me for an answer that even I didn't have the slightest clue to.

“I think you might be wrong, even if Artemis hadn't marked me yet, we have been doing it and maybe my wolf has gotten used to being referred to as Luna. It must've gotten to her,” I explained my theory, trying to convince not just them but myself.

It had...