FREYAI was given a set apartment. I won’t call it an apartment though, it was made out of wood and lead. Isn’t lead fatal to them? Well, they found a way to make it ineffective. I sat on the wooden chair, my heart racing and longing to see Alaric. I had been right, something was wrong with him and I had to find him as soon as I could. He is not far away but how do I go about it?What kind of Alpha accepts anyone into their pack and allows them to live comfortably, all in the name of a tour? I have seen how he looked at me, Draven. They could use that in my favor. He doesn’t look like he has a Luna and from the look of things, he doesn’t really have women in their pack. The ladies here are somewhat…afraid. They lock themselves up, maybe, too scared to step out.That was no concern of mine, what I need is right in front of me and I have come to the right place. I am not armed, I am not going to be needing any weapons. I dropped my bag and stepped out to check out the pack. After all, t
FREYA.It’s been a month and I have found myself training tirelessly. Morgan had begged me to take breaks but it felt like a waste of time. One month and Alaric never called, he never returned all my messages and he was not reachable. It’s simple and understandable if he was in trouble.It has been on my mind to go find him and know what has been wrong the whole time. One month is a long time, a very long time indeed. I have started from one day, but tonight will be the last. Morgan doesn’t know about the decision yet.She had taught me everything she knew, unlocking power I didn’t even know I possessed. Now I can do almost anything by just thinking about it. I could throw Morgan against the wall by just thinkin
FREYA.I woke up to the familiar sound of fire burning and soup. I opened my eyes to the familiar hut where Morgan had laid me the first time she found me. My body had been bandaged with some leaves but she was not inside the hut.Gently, I stood up and went outside. I found her, old but still magnificent in her way. She was sitting by a little fire she had made and a pot she hung up above it. She stirred whoever was inside the pot and it smelled nice.“Morgan,” I said. Her staring hand stopped. She looked at me and a wide grin spread across her face.“Oh dear, you shouldn’t be up by now. You should still be resting, Freya.”&n
ALARIC.I’ve been on the plane for hours now, I didn't keep count. From the moment Gina and Mary left, I had felt something empty in me. I knew I would miss her, I knew I shouldn't have left her alone and I should have brought her with me instead. We could go together to visit her distant aunt when we were back.Dang! How did I not think about that? I had sent her off with three guards and Mary. What if they are not enough to keep her safe? There was no way anything would happen to Gina anyway. I knew she was stronger than that and if something had gone wrong, I would have felt it. At least, a little bit. But I had been calm through the flight. The attendants were human and I could sense some more werewolves on the plane.Outside, the world blurred into patches of green and brown. The worlds had faded into the horizon but none of it mattered. My mind was elsewhere.Gina.It hadn’t been a day, and already I felt the gnawing ache of her absence. Being apart from her was like having a pi
FREYA.I couldn’t stop running. The wind tore at my skin as I shifted, bones snapping and reforming, the familiar pains and aches of shifting took over. But I didn’t stop, not even a second to breathe. My wolf form surged forward, paws pounding the earth with pain and desperation. I need to make it to the stream, I need to cry out to Morgan for help.Through the pain and the run, I couldn’t outrun the deep ache gnawing at me from inside.Mary!I didn’t know what to feel, how to feel it and this chase wasn’t giving me the chance to either. She had been with me all this time and the only reason was because she was meant to kill me…but she didn’t.
FREYAThe drive back home was exciting and a little nothing with the two hearty men who followed us around. After the trip home, with our bags, we set on the journey to meet Morgan. Taking the forest next to the pack house, we plunge into it with great faith not to run into any trouble.The day is a little sunny and not as cold as usual. Mary walked beside me and often held my hand as we walked through the woods.The woods were chill and the smell and sound of nature gave a good sense of safety. But that didn’t last long. We hadn’t walked too far before Mary picked up sounds coming straight at us.“You know what,” Mary said with a shaky voice. “I think we sho