FAZER LOGIN*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 survive a real emergency, you need to fight. You need to make decisions while you're terrified. And you need to accept that you can't save everyone. Money won't teach you any of that." "Then don't protect me," I said. "Teach me to protect myself." He studied me for a long moment, then nodded toward the training yard. "There's a bag at the far end. Two guards stand between you and it. Cross the yard, bring the bag back, and don't get caught. If you manage that, we'll talk." I got caught within minutes. I had been watching one guard when the other grabbed me from the side. My arm was twisted behind my back, and I hit the dirt hard. My eyes burned with anger. "I want another try," I said as I got up. "Not yet." Kael shook his head. "You charged straight at the same problem, and you'll do it again until you stop. Knowing what's coming won't help if you can't move fast enough to meet it." I froze. "What do you mean, knowing what's coming?" "Figure of speech. Planning won't help if your body can't keep up with your plans." He watched me for a beat longer than I liked. He walked me to the edge of the yard. He showed me how to read the guards, which moments each of them turned away, and how to use crates and walls instead of pushing straight through. My second attempt got me to the bag. They caught me on the way back. "Better," Kael said. "You stopped charging and started thinking. You still failed, but I can see you learning." I hadn't expected how much that would matter to me. "So are we working together?" "Why do you need supplies in such large amounts? And don't tell me it's about a breakup." I hesitated. "I think pack security is going to collapse soon. I want to be ready when it does." His eyes narrowed. "That isn't the whole truth. But I won't push, because I have my own reasons for keeping quiet." He looked off toward the fence. "My unit was abandoned during a rescue. A superior ordered us to save the politically important people first and leave the civilians behind. I followed orders instead of trusting my own judgment, and I lost good people. I won't be anybody's obedient soldier again." "I respect that more than you know," I said, and I meant it. "Then here are the terms. I train you, advise you on security, and connect you with honest suppliers. You pay for my services, and you keep your finances and your abilities private. Neither of us owes the other blind loyalty." He held out his hand. I shook it. His phone rang before he let go. He stepped away to answer, and I heard him say, "Where, and how many?" When he came back, his expression had changed. "Infected animals attacked a roadside settlement near the north highway. Several people are trapped in a medical clinic. My contact says it's an isolated incident." My stomach dropped. I knew that clinic. In my last life, everyone had called it an isolated incident too. It had been the first sign that the infection could appear before the main outbreak. "Kael, it isn't isolated. It's going to be worse than they're saying." "How do you know that?" I couldn't tell him the truth, so I gave him the only thing I could. "The animals won't use the main road. They'll break in through the rear entrance. If you send people to the front, they'll be too late." "That's very specific for someone who wasn't there." He studied me. "I won't take your word as proof. I'll check the reports, get my equipment, and you're staying here." "No. I'm coming with you." "You're not trained for a live rescue. You'll get yourself killed. Or worse, you'll get someone else killed." "The clinic keeps its medicine in a cold storage room. If the power fails, all of it will be ruined. And there are people inside I can't afford to lose. Don't stop me. Teach me what I need to do." He stared at me for a long time. Then he sighed. "Stay behind me. Do exactly what I say. If I tell you to run, you run." "I will." We left within the hour. The clinic's lights went out just as we pulled into the lot. A scream rose from behind the building. Kael drew his weapon without a word and moved toward the rear entrance. I followed with a flashlight, trying to keep it from shaking. "Stay close. Keep the light low," he whispered. We rounded the corner. Through the glass of the back door, I saw a nurse pressed against the wall, both hands over her mouth. In front of her, an infected wolf clawed at the door. "Kael, someone's inside." The mark over my heart began to burn. I pressed my hand against it. The wolf stopped scratching. Slowly, it turned its head and looked straight at me. Then it opened its mouth and spoke in a human voice. "Freya Thorn."*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







