Freya’s pov

My mind was a spiralling mess the next few days, I couldn't get to Racheal or my stalker as I spent my last few days in the court.

The organization provided housing where people could sleep and work and also get acquainted with the work ethic here. Artemis And I stayed together and in all those times I was keeping myself from going mad with curiosity and questions.

And now we were going back to the pack house, tired and in need of a real home and space. I would have been tired but not when my sanity was at the brim of being lost.

Artemis hugged me...