The next day Hope scheduled a meeting with Freya after her classes ended. She wanted to hear more of her story, more about her brother and his daughter. Hope was curious, the story intrigued her, even if it had nothing to do with her parents death. Hope was still planning to be careful about telling anything to Freya, about who her parents really were. Klaus Mikaelson was still Hope's biggest lead and even if Freya was nice, she couldn't forget that her brother was the one who people called the great evil.
And this wasn't the only reason Hope wanted to talk to Freya. Hope thought that perhaps she should talk to a wolf about her problem with Landon... to get someone's opinion and maybe some help to get him out of her mind, but Hope's circle of people were very limited. She was pretty nervous to talk about this to anyone, but she'll ask Freya and hopefully she knows some things about the wolf nature.
Hope was sitting in Freya's office on the couch, facing the counselor. Hope accepted a cup of tea this time. She was pretty anxious to talk, she had no idea how to start the conversation.
"Can you believe Jack and Finn? They are inseparable." Freya said with a laugh as she was drinking her tea.
"They are so cute, I'm so happy Jack found a friend." Hope smiled.
"Seems like all of your siblings found their place in the school."
"Yeah. They are doing great."
"It's been a month now, since you arrived here... right?" Freya asked and Hope nodded. "How about you, Hope? Did you find your place? Did you make any connections?"
"Umm... I think I made a friend... I'm not even sure." Hope said it anxiously.
"That's great! Why are you not sure?"
"Huh... I'm not sure, because... umm... it's kind of a wolf thing." Hope shrugged and felt herself blushing.
"You can tell me, I know a great deal about... well, about wolf things." She smiled.
"No." Hope shook her head. "I did some pretty stupid and emberessing stuff so please just forget it." She pleaded. She changed her mind, she didn't need a witch to judge her.
"You don't have to tell me anything you don't want to. But, before you decide, just know that my wife is a werewolf, so I do know a lot... even the personal or embarrassing stuff." Freya said in a reassuring tone.
"Hmm... okay. But please don't tell this to anyone." Hope said. Freya had a pretty personal connection, so Hope hoped that she could help her to get rid of her unsettling thoughts about Landon.
"These conversations are staying between us, they are never leaving this room. I promise." Freya replied and Hope nodded.
"Okay... so... about a couple of weeks ago I wolfed out... like I really needed it at that point, things just bottled up in me and I needed to let it all go." Hope explained but purposefully left the part out where she broke the school rules and turned outside in the woods. "My transition was brief, definitely not what I had planned and I had to turn back earlier than expected. Then this boy came along... and the wolf within me was very um... unsatisfied." Hope felt her face turning red out of embarrassment.
"Did you do something you regretted later?" Freya asked.
"Yeah... no... not that. I didn't... we didn't... but it was very heated and I wasn't going to stop but he knew I just wolfed out and he knows stuff about wolves... so thankfully I only embarrassed myself." Hope said and buried her face in her palms.
"That was actually very kind and considerate of him."
"I know that... but that night I wasn't really thinking straight and I was really pissed at him, but I realized it was indeed my wolf that wanted him that way. So, I avoided him as much as I could but we ended up umm... studying together the other day. And he was actually very nice and didn't even mention what happened between us." Hope tried to explain.
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Searching for Always and Forever
FanfictionHope Mikaelson has a painful past. She lost her parents at only fifteen and left with tremendous amount of responsibilities. Only, she has no idea who she really is... She dosen't know she is a Mikaelson, let alone the only tribrid in existence. She...
