Freya wasn't sure what she was expecting or how Thorfinn was taking her reaction. She was still sorting through her feelings when she felt his lips press against her cheek. His breath was warm and her head swam as his scent filled her nose. She moved like a doll when he directed her, her thoughts to clouded to give him much resistance as he tilted her chin.

"I don't want to leave." She finally moved, her fingers tugging softly at his hair while her hand firmly took his. She pressed her face against the top of his head as she moved her frame closer to his. "I don't want to leave you." She corrected herself, making her statement more accurate.

"I want to stay with you forever." Even if forever had a time limit. "I want to marry you too." It felt like an odd thing to say but fitting. It was the closest thing that humans had to mating, wolves weren't nearly so formal with titles. She just wanted to be his and for him to be hers. It was that simple, whatever title others wanted to give it. "Even if it's scary."

Freya released a shaky breath. "Besides, if anyone is going to get jealous it'll probably be me." She smiled but she was still crying. It took Freya a moment to realize that she was crying tears of joy.