FREYA'S POV:I stare up at nothing in particular, my eyes focused, though they are pointed to the ceiling and… my mind elsewhere.Again, I cannot tell him much time has passed without a clock or a window to gauge the time, or days that flows. I’ve been here for longer, but Lucas hasn’t bothered to drop by since the last distasteful exchange between us.His part was the distasteful part, ofcourse, and he was lucky I wasn’t so pissed to toss his ‘pity meal’ in his face… My part was justifiable. I was the one kidnapped, and his constant bickering about just how good my sacrifice is for the betterment of the pack's future sucks everytime.Fuck the pack and it's future, they never cared about mine.And now, he hadn’t returned since, probably his own form of acting out or throwing a fit because I couldn’t be brainwashed by him.With his absence came the stale watery oat meal served only twice daily as food, and that only left me feeling more sick than ever. The cooks weren’t trying to i
FREYA'S POV: I wait just after the emptied bowl for the most recent meal is taken away. Immediately after the guard on duty leaves the room and shuts the door behind him and it buzzes, clicking shut.I wait a few more seconds before I pull out the fork under my sheet.At some point, I figured out they gave utensils randomly. You could be given a spoon or fork with your oat porridge, irrespective of if it got the job done or not.I had waited patiently till I had gotten a fork with sturdy edges and for all my bruises to heal to a considerable amount, where they don’t hurt much — all to execute my plan.Once I’m sure he’s gone, I quickly begin putting things into action.First off, pushing my bed frame till it’s just under the vent, high up on the wall.I stop where I need to, grabbing the chair and settling it on the bed. I had to do this all before the guard returns, and hears suspicious movementOnce I’m sure that it's somewhat carefully balanced, I begin climbing to freedom. At th
SILAS' POV:“This is the last report we had on Elena’s movement. There’s been nothing suspicious so far, Silas.” Adam says, handing over a folder to me.I take it with urgency and disbelief, going through the pages of it's content eagerly.It’s as clean as all 20 folders we’ve acquired concerning Elena at this point.There’s no other suspect capable of simply abducting Freya specifically, especially due to vendetta, other that Elena and yet, every single time we run through the number, she always comes back clean.No matter how much I hate to admit it, it's very obvious now, painfully obvious that she had nothing to do with Freya’s disappearance.Dread fills me instantly.This only means that we are back to square one.The rogues suspicion was a bust; no sign of rogue attacks, and the track prints we found days ago had been clearly fabricated, almost like someone was actively trying to put us on the wrong track and hinder our investigation.Meaning it has to be an inside job.Then, th
SILAS' POV:“Will you let me go now?” I ask, referring to the binds holding me down.The issue had been solved; my wolf had a minor episode but is clearly calm now. “Not now, Silas. We don’t know what happened, or why you reacted that way. Adam said you looked like you were in pain.” He adds.Yeah, I was in pain. It was fierce and painful unlike anything else. The feeling was so similar to the reaction a wolf would get from being stabbed with silver.The same burning sensation of hot molten metal coursing through you. Like fire melting your organs from within.My wolf going mental was another thing that didn’t correlate with the symptoms. He had never tried to force control, or won either.“The worst has passed. I’m fine, and work needs to get done.”Freya is still out there, a second wasted is a second she spends lost in a foreign place.“I’ll oversee the search, but you need to stay chained down. You won’t get anything done if you attack every single person that should be helping y
FREYA'S POV:My consciousness continues to flicker in and out of my body continuously for a while. I’m unable to stay awake long enough to think up another escape route, or even anything at all.My only companions are the vague dreams of Silas.Short and brief moments where his skin glistens softly like the moons light, and his smile appears even more beautiful than I can remember. His warm embraces and the sweet sound of his laughter.It’s a surprise I can dream up something that good even in a situation like this. I can only assume my slowly fading body is tricking my mind to ease the pain of the emerging inevitable.Once again, I’m woken from my sleep and my tired eyes lazily filters through my surroundings, dimly lit as always.I look ahead, finding the same middle aged guard fiddling with my keys, realizing the sound that had actually woken me up.I slowly sit up as he steps in.Before I can ask what’s going on, a wooden bowl of runny porridge drops in front of me. The manner in
SILAS' POV:I step into the conference slash office I’m entitled to use as my personal space as the future Alpha King.The room is mostly never in use until school breaks and in emergency situations like rogue trespassing, or in this case where there's an abducted student. We’ve put it to good use for the past weeks for Freya’s case, and since just recently, I’ve stepped down for health reasons and given Lucas rights to take over investigations.I’m not supposed to be here right now.But I cannot shake off the nerve, or rest till I know what’s going on. For some reason, Lucas has been absent for 24 hours now, even this room is empty with no one in sight, only a few documents hanging around.I walk to the table, taking a look at a few document, hoping there’s some new clue that’s popped up since I’ve been bedridden.But instead, there’s nothing…Except the strange discovery that, for some reason, Lucas is opening up the rogue case again even after I had crossed out that part as a pos
SILAS' POV: “I think the Alpha King has something to do with Freya’s disappearance.”“What?” I stare at her bewildered.No way… That’s not possible. My father was miles away, too busy engrossed with state matters, and being at the beck and call of mother 24/7. How would he have a hand in Freya’s disappearance?Why would he?Yes, he’s adamant on me going through with my duty on being mated to Elena. But he’s never involved himself in the countless flings, has never even fussed about Freya, not since… Not since the Solstice dinner.“I know it sounds unbelievable. I’m probably committing treason for even daring to suggest that.” Xena begins nervously, ranting again“Hold up, Xena. There’s no way he could.” Lucas butts in now, taking a hold of her hand and forcing her to look his way.“It’s not possible, you must be mistaken. He doesn’t have the time to waste on a simple subject.” He continues.“Lucas, shut up.” I say. He has lost every right to pitch anything. “Go on, Xena. What mak
FREYA'S POV:I’ve grown too accustomed to the burning silence, and bored from being by myself. The intense loneliness that came with my entire situation.I merely entertained myself by getting deep in thoughts, building up impossible scenarios in my head and playing them how I imagine they would play out till the end.Then, specifically thinking of Silas till the very end of the day.I have to focus on a lot of things, so I don’t lose my mind.Just as I stare absentmindedly, the bars pull open, and I turn in the direction to see none other than Lucas.He offers a warm bowl of what I assume is food with a small smile on the side. I simply nod in greeting as he steps in.Surprisingly, he moves closer to me, settling down on the hard dirty ground beside me and sighing once he’s entered a satisfactory position.“What are you doing?” I ask “Sitting next to you.” He responds again with same small smile. I don’t return it this time as well, being not obligated to and not being in the mood