LOGIN*Freya's POV*
"Freya Thorn," the wolf said again. I froze. In my last life, the infected had never spoken. They growled, attacked, and sometimes mimicked sounds. None of them had ever called anyone by name. "Get down." Kael pulled me behind a car and pressed my head low. "It might be repeating something it heard. Stay where you are." "It knew who I was, Kael." He looked at me hard, then turned back to the wolf. "We'll talk about that later. Right now, listen to me." The wolf hurled itself at the clinic door. Kael stood and fired. It stumbled, then fled into the trees. He caught my arm. "Side door. Go." We ran along the wall and slipped inside. Kael swept the corridor while I found the nurse. She was crying with her back against the wall, a deep scratch running down her forearm. I knelt in front of her and took her hand. "My name is Freya. You're going to be okay. I need to look at your arm." "Are they gone?" Her voice cracked. "Are they really gone?" "For now." I tore open a cloth and bandages from my bag and wrapped her arm tight. My fingers didn't shake. I remembered her face from my last life. She had survived the first outbreak, then died weeks later because the Veyne pack refused to release medicine for her. I wasn't going to let that happen again. "Kael, the main road will be blocked in twenty minutes. We take the back road behind the clinic." I kept my voice level. "The medicine is in the cold storage room at the end of the hall. The spare power cables are on the shelf above the generator." He stared at me. "How do you know all of this?" "I came here as a child. I remember the layout. We don't have time for questions." He didn't believe me. But he helped me carry the nurse to the car, and as he lifted the door he asked quietly, "Your urgency isn't about a breakup, is it?" "No," I said. "It isn't." He nodded and started the engine. We dropped the nurse at a facility on the edge of town. When we got back to the training grounds, I checked my phone and found fifty messages. The first was a video of my call with Ronan, cut so it looked like I had thrown a tantrum for no reason. "Lysette posted it this morning," Mira said when I called her. Her voice was tight with anger. "Ronan has told everyone you stole pack property and abandoned your duties as Luna. Brielle is saying you're unstable and ruining the family name." "Let them talk." I wrote a short statement: I had rejected the bond, and I would not return to the Veyne household. I posted it and added nothing else. Mr. Hargrove called an hour later. For the first time since I'd met him, he sounded pleased. "I've published evidence showing several Veyne-linked accounts used your inheritance without permission. It doesn't prove everything, but the pack council has demanded an explanation from your uncle and from Ronan." "Thank you," I said. My phone rang the moment I hung up. It was Ronan. I let it ring until it stopped. When he called again, I blocked the number. Over the next few days, I bought everything on my list. I found a rural property with its own water source. Every morning, Kael drove me through the training yard until my legs shook. He corrected my stance and my timing. He told me, again and again, that I was too slow. "Again," he said while I fought a guard. "Watch his shoulder, not his hands." I took two hits before I finally slipped past him. "Better," Kael said. That afternoon, I was moving a crate of medical supplies into the storage room when my ability woke. The crate vanished from in front of me. The world tilted, and I had to sit down on the floor. "Freya, where did it go?" Kael was already running toward me. "It's in a private space." I closed my eyes. The crate reappeared beside me. My breath came fast. "I can bring it back, but it drained me." "Then test it carefully. Don't push yourself until you pass out." Over the next few days, I tested it. Small things came easily. Large things left me weak. When I tried to store a stray cat, nothing happened. Living things couldn't go in. Mira came by that week to help me sort medicine. She worked for hours without complaint. That night, Talia sent a message that made me stop. *Someone has been asking about your mother and the silver mark. I can look into it, but I won't tell you who gave me this information.* *Why not?* I typed. *Because I have my reasons. You'll have to trust me.* I set the phone down. Even my friends had plans of their own. That night I made myself a rule: no one gets open access to my supplies, my money, or my plans until they've earned it. I was lying awake at midnight when an unknown number called. I almost didn't answer. "Freya, it's me." Ronan's voice was furious. "You're trying to ruin me. Come back to the pack tonight. We need your healing ability." I almost laughed. He still believed I existed to save him. I was about to hang up when his voice changed. "Freya, wait. Something's wrong at the eastern border. The patrol attacked its own people. Two are dead. The rest are biting anyone who comes near them." I sat up and looked at the calendar on my wall. I counted the days twice. Twenty-five left. In my last life, the first outbreak hadn't started until four days after this. "Ronan, listen to me. Don't let anyone near them. Lock the gates." My voice shook, but I kept going. "It's starting early."*Freya's POV*"Freya Thorn," the wolf said again.I froze. In my last life, the infected had never spoken. They growled, attacked, and sometimes mimicked sounds. None of them had ever called anyone by name."Get down." Kael pulled me behind a car and pressed my head low. "It might be repeating something it heard. Stay where you are.""It knew who I was, Kael."He looked at me hard, then turned back to the wolf. "We'll talk about that later. Right now, listen to me."The wolf hurled itself at the clinic door. Kael stood and fired. It stumbled, then fled into the trees. He caught my arm."Side door. Go."We ran along the wall and slipped inside. Kael swept the corridor while I found the nurse. She was crying with her back against the wall, a deep scratch running down her forearm.I knelt in front of her and took her hand. "My name is Freya. You're going to be okay. I need to look at your arm.""Are they gone?" Her voice cracked. "Are
*Freya's POV*Kael answered on the first ring that evening. He didn't ask why I was calling. He only named a training facility outside Veyne territory and told me to be there at dawn.I arrived with Mr. Hargrove's papers in my bag and a list in my hand. Kael was waiting by the gate, arms folded."You're early," he said. "And I didn't expect you to come at all. Most people who get attacked hire a bodyguard and go home.""I don't want a bodyguard." I held out the list. "I want a secure property, combat training, and reliable suppliers. Weapons, medical equipment, fuel, water filters, emergency power."He read it slowly, then gave a short laugh and handed it back."You're a wealthy woman who got her heart broken, and now you think a basement full of supplies will fix it. I've met a lot of people like that. So let me be honest, because I won't sell you false promises.""I'm not asking for promises.""If you want to s
*Freya's POV*I didn't sleep. At dawn I called Mr. Hargrove and read him the address from my mother's note. He had worked for her for twelve years and had never heard of a vault. He agreed to meet me there anyway.He was waiting on the pavement when I stepped out of the car. He looked up at the building, then at me."Miss Thorn, your mother never mentioned a vault to me. Not once.""She didn't mention it to me either," I said, and I held up the brass key. "But she left this for me, and she wrote this address herself."A manager checked my name and the key, then led us down a narrow hallway to a small room. When he opened the box, he left us alone. My hands were trembling. I made them stop, then lifted the lid.Mr. Hargrove began taking out the papers one by one. His expression changed with each page."A second identity record. Shares in several companies. Deeds to properties I've never seen. And an encrypted drive." He
The howling had only just stopped when a car pulled up outside.I didn't need to look. I knew it was Ronan. I could still feel the place where the bond used to be, a dull ache like a bruise I kept pressing. I kept packing my documents and jewelry into a bag while my hands shook.He walked into my room without knocking. His gaze went to the bag on my bed, then to me, and his jaw tightened."I expected you to be crying and ready to apologize. Instead you're packing.""I am leaving," I said, folding my mother's letters. "And I'm not apologizing. I meant every word I said on the phone.""Rejecting a mate is serious. You can't walk away from a political agreement without consequences. Think before both packs hear about this.""It was never supposed to be a business arrangement. You made it one. You wanted my loyalty, my healing, and my money. I wanted a husband who would stand beside me." I finally looked up at him. "We both g
*Freya's POV*The smoke burned my throat before I opened my eyes.I was on the floor of the evacuation shelter, coughing until I tasted blood. Through the gates, I could see the vehicle pulling away. Ronan was inside it."Ronan," I whispered. "Please. Don't leave me here."He hadn't looked back. He had helped Lysette and her little boy climb in, holding her as if she were the only person who mattered. Then he'd looked straight at me and said the words that ended everything."There's no room, Freya."His sister followed them without a glance.The screams from the far side of the fence had already started by then. I remembered the sound of gates being chained from the outside, and the wet, dragging noises that came after. I remembered crawling toward the vehicle on my hands and knees, and the way the dust turned red under my palms.I jolted upright, gasping, and found myself in my own bedroom. Morning light sl







