Freya's life had been far more eventful over the past month. Her mother had gone away to train at an academy, under the direct order of the King of Werewolves. Freya knew this from her parents… no one dared to refuse a king's command, not even her formidable great-grandmother.
She should have been happy about it, and in truth, she was at least for the first few days. Her father and Grandma Bella had been taking care of her during this time. Freya wasn't like the other human children in her class; she was strong, capable, and fully aware of the world around her. She understood how adults behaved, even when they thought she didn't. Still, her father treated her like a little girl. It could be embarrassing at times, but she secretly enjoyed the attention.
