Chapter 6

Chapter 6

FINNELY'S POV

Three days. That was how long it took me to find her because her scent was too faint to follow. 

I followed the trail of the scent she left behind after she was banished from the pack, and now I was standing just outside her door. 

"Who are you?" She demanded, her face pale.

"I swear, I do not mean to scare you," I told her calmly.

"Then who are you and what do you want from me?" She demanded again.

"My name is Finnley, from Willow Ridge pack, and I know you know what I am. You're Freya, Elder Victor's daughter..." 

"Okay, and?" She snapped holding on tightly to the door as though she intended to bang it in my face any second.

"A lot has happened in the pack since you left so I came to..." 

"And why would you think I'd be interested in anything you have to say concerning Willow Ridge?" She asked with a scoff. "I was banished, everyone saw them cast me out. I have nothing to do with them anymore so you'd better go back and leave me alone." I could hear the pain she felt through her shaky voice. 

She began to close the door but I stepped forward quickly to stop her. I had come this far already, I couldn't just leave.

"I think you'd change your mind if I tell you what has happened to your sister." 

She hesitated a while before shaking her head.

"Still not interested. I don't care what happens to anyone out there," she replied and began to close the door again.

"Please, just hear me out," I said desperately and noticed her contemplate it for a while.

"I'm not letting you in. What do you want to say?" 

I swallowed before I began. "Your step-sister has just convinced the council to stay with Alpha Gideon as his..."

"Cassandra found a mate?" Freya's eyes popped in surprise.

"No, no...well, at least not yet. He never had a chance to mark her before he collapsed during the mating ceremony. But she's acting as his foster mate for now and helping to take care of him."

"Well, I guess none of that has anything to do with me so why are you here?" 

"Freya, I think it has everything to do with you," I responded and she gave me a quizzical look.

"How?" 

"I work at the pack house, and three days ago, I overheard Alpha Gideon call your name repeatedly in his unconscious state."

Freya froze at my words. "That... that's not possible. He doesn't even know me, maybe it's... someone else... another Freya," she stuttered.

"That's what I thought, until I found out your full name was Freya Donovan, and that was the exact name he called."

Before I could say another word, she reached out and grabbed me by my shirt, pulling me into the house. 

I was dirty and bleeding from different wounds but she did not seem to notice as she banged the door close and turned to face me.

"How's that possible? Maybe Cassandra's told him terrible things about me?" Freya asked with concern.

"I honestly don't know," I responded truthfully. "But the Alpha's terribly ill. He's been so sick that some of our people fear he might not make it through the sickness alive," my voice dropped fearfully at the thought of that happening and I forced down a swallow.

"No healer has been able to revive him since he fell ill and now, the council thinks it might be a curse. But I have a feeling there's something they're not telling us, I know someone is hiding something but I can't figure anything out by myself. Everyone else I've told thinks I'm just overthinking." 

"What makes you think there's something else going on?"

"Well, for one, it's too coincidental that Alpha Gideon, strong as he is, suddenly fell ill on the day of his mating ceremony. A day later, Elder Reginald called on the council and asked the others to cast votes on what steps to take if the leadership had to be changed temporarily."

"Elder Reginald..." Freya repeated remembering the stern looking man with cold eyes. 

"Exactly. He seems to be the one in charge now and I just think there's something off about the whole thing."

"What about..." She hesitated then looked away. "Beta Julian?" 

I shook my head at her question. "He's been away for a while now. I think it has something to do with the rivalry with Alpha Damon. You have to find a way back and find out how you're connected in all of this, Freya," I insisted and she sighed, rubbing her temples. 

"We'll figure out what to do later, but before that... what the hell happened to you?" Her gaze lowered to my injuries, finally noticing them. 

"Oh, I was attacked by Alpha Damon's men on my way here, but I'm sure I'll be..." 

She was already walking to one side of the room to get a kit before I could get the rest of the sentence out.

"Sounds like he's not going to stop trying until he finally breaks through our walls?" She muttered as she set the kit down beside me. 

"He's not going to," I added and waited for her to agree but she never did.

We fell into silence as she cleaned the wounds. Then, she slowly ran her fingers over them and my brows pushed together when I could feel the skin tingle.

"What... what was that?" I asked when she was done. 

"Nothing, you should go to sleep. You've come a long way," she said, standing. "I'll get a clean shirt for you." 

"Thank you," I muttered as she walked away.

A few seconds later, she returned with a new shirt that almost made me ask who it belonged to because it was a man's shirt, but I held my tongue and took off the dirty, bloody shirt I had on.

I tossed it to the floor to put on the neat one, but the sound of a faint thud drew my attention to the dirty shirt.

"What was that?" 

It was no surprise she had heard it too with how silent the house was.

 Immediately, I picked the shirt and began to check through it.

Then my fingers felt something.

Freya gave me a quizzical look as I tore the shirt to check the lining for whatever had made a sound.

"Oh shit," I muttered as I took out the small device.

"What is it?" She snatched it from me. "Is this..." 

"A tracker, yes," I completed shakily. "Damon's people must have planted it when they attacked me." 

Freya stood frozen for a while as she stared at the tracker but I could hear her heartbeat quicken.

"This means one thing," she looked at me. "They know where I am."