Chapter 62

MADELINE'S POV  I sat on the grass by the pack's training grounds, watching other warrior wolves spar, though my mind was elsewhere. I contemplated what to do with the strange girl.  A tap from behind pulled me back from my thoughts. I turned to see who it was.  "Madeline," she called.  "Freya?" I said uncertainly.  "Yes," she confirmed, as she leaned back against the tree trunk, stretching out her legs.  I eyed her hair, noticing the change immediately.  "What happened to your hair?" I asked.  "Nothing," she replied casually. "I needed a hair change."  Freya had dyed her hair from its usual black color to auburn. The red added intense rust-colored highlights. She looked so different.  "You were almost not recognizable," I said.  She chuckled.  "So," she began playfully, but I could tell she was looking for answers.  "I heard you got yourself a new house guest—one that showed up half dead. Quite the drama, huh?!"  I sighed. News travels faster than the speed of light these days.  "Dram