Freeing Freya (The alliance book 2)

 Freya Day 7 of captivityOne week into my stay at the cabin of hell and I had formulated a very rough plan with help from the other two girls. Thankfully a few minor beatings were all we suffered over the last few days. Our energy levels were low from the lack of food, which would mean our stamina and muscle mass would be deteriorating by the day. If we didn’t get out of here soon, I wasn’t sure we would be able to. So, on day seven I sat against the wall, trying to ignore the ache in my body from being crouched all the while and played with the thin nail I had hidden behind my back that Chloe had pulled from the wall.It would be a tight fit, but I expected I should be able to pick the locks on our cuffs without too much trouble, it would just take a while.So, I sat working out the timing to figure out the best time to make a break for it, when t

 Freya Day 95 of captivityThe first time I woke it was dark outside, the room I was in had a small window along the back wall which set my heart racing for all of a second before the bars in front of it registered. It took way to long to get my pained mind to realise that the bars weren’t on the window however, they were surrounding me.With a pained groan, I tried to shift around, noting the enclosure I was in but the space was so small I could barely sit up. My legs were crushed against my chest as I shifted into a slouched seated position with head touching the bars above me and I felt out with my tender hands toying to find a way out.Once my eyes adjusted ad I was awake enough to register what I was seeing it truly sank in. I was in a cage. An animal create, with thick metal bars and a lock on the gate. I tested the cold metal, tugging on t

  DamianThe drive back home to Blackrock wasn’t a particularly long one, but it seemed to take forever as the roads stretched out before us.How the hell everything had gone to shit like this was beyond me.A year ago, we were living in relative peace, there was always a small bump in the road to overcome, an argument to settle or rogues to deal with. But never had we had so many things coming at us form so many directions that we could barely keep up.Tristan had spent the last week r two in a constant state of worry, something that I wasn’t used to seeing on my Alpha.He was a good man, thrown into the role by a father that couldn’t handle the pressure and left to rule over the largest pack in our hemisphere without any support, but he was hard-headed and stubborn and had a habit of being in the right place at the right time.He was a good Alpha, there was no doubting that, but

  DamianThings had moved fast once the warriors arrived from Oak creek, with their support, our numbers were solid, although Tris certainly had his hands full with the Luna’s brothers, they were a force all of their own. Very head strong and confident and I wondered if their sister was similar, after all, she as my Luna now.I kept my eyes on the treeline as we headed full speed towards our target, speed limits didn’t apply to an Alpha in pain, and there was no doubt that the man was suffering, never would have guessed it. If someone had told me three months ago that the Alpha of Blackrock would head over ass for a girl I would have laughed. Now I just hoped we got there in time, I hoped she was there, and I hoped we weren’t underestimating the task.We only expected between five and ten men, if there were more than that we would certainly have a fight on our hands. Not that I was complaining, I had s

  FreyaBlackrock’s packhouse was huge, bigger than I expected. I had visited a couple of pack houses over the years, mostly alongside my Uncle Danny but never anything to this degree. I had of course heard of Blackrock. They were the largest pack in the area, so tales of them carried but of course there was also the talk amongst the rogues that had been whispered about over the past year or so.There were whispers of a northern pack, a new pack that was setting up and growing with the purpose of outsizing Blackrock, they had some sort of vendetta against them and were recruiting rogues to do odd jobs. Attacking the pack and such, although I never got involved in that side of things and I hadn’t heard anything in a while so maybe they had resolved the issue.But even the things I had heard didn’t do justice to the size of the territory or the packhouse itself.It looked like something out of an