Freya was in a state of shock and confusion after the attack on her and her newborn by Harlock's guards. She felt that her safety and the safety of her baby were in jeopardy, and she needed someone to talk to. She decided to confide in her aunt Racheal, who had been with her throughout her pregnancy and delivery.
As she made her way to her aunt's room, she couldn't help but feel anxious and scared. She wondered if she had made a mistake by choosing to be with Aiden, who seemed to be causing so much trouble for everyone, including her and their child. Her thoughts were interrupted by her aunt's warm embrace as she welcomed her into her home.
"Freya, my child, what's wrong? You look pale and scared. What happened?" asked Racheal, her eyes filled with concern.
Freya took a deep breath and began to recount the events that had transpired earlier in the day. She spoke of the attack on her and her baby, and how she felt that their safety was compromised. Racheal listened carefully, taking in every detail.
"My dear, I'm sorry you had to go through all of that. It must have been so scary for you and the baby," said Racheal, as she held Freya's hand.
Freya nodded, tears welling up in her eyes. "I just don't know what to do, Aunt Racheal. I feel so lost and scared. I don't want to put our baby in danger, but I also can't leave Aiden. I love him, and I want to be with him, but I don't know if it's worth the risk."
Racheal smiled gently, "I understand, my dear. You are in a tough situation, but know that you are not alone. You have family and loved ones who care for you and your baby, and we will do all we can to help you."
Freya looked at her aunt, her eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you, Aunt Racheal. You always know how to make me feel better. But what do you think I should do? Should I leave?"
Racheal thought for a moment, "Well, leaving might be a good idea, but you have to be careful. Harlock will do everything in his power to find you and the baby. He won't stop until he has you in his clutches."
Freya looked at her aunt, fear creeping back into her mind. "What should I do then?"
Racheal took Freya's hand, "Listen, my child, you and the baby's safety come first. If leaving is what it takes, then we'll do it. I'll help you pack your things and find a safe place for you to go. But you need to be careful, and you need to keep a low profile. Don't attract any attention, and don't trust anyone who you don't know. Do you understand?"
Freya nodded, feeling relieved and grateful for her aunt's support. "Thank you, Aunt Racheal. I'll do everything you say, and I'll make sure our baby is safe."
Racheal hugged Freya tightly, "That's all that matters, my dear. Now, let's get to work. We have a lot to do, and not much time to waste."
Freya's mind was in turmoil as she packed her bags, trying to decide on a destination. She was scared and didn't know where to go, but she knew that she couldn't stay in the same place where she and her baby were almost killed by Harlock's guards.
As she was putting away some of her things, her aunt Racheal walked in, concern etched on her face. "Freya, what's going on? Why are you packing up like this? And where do you plan on going?"
Freya looked up, surprised that her aunt had caught her. She didn't want to tell her what had happened, but she knew that her aunt would find out eventually. "Aunt Racheal, I can't stay here anymore. I need to leave this place, at least for a while."
"Is this about what happened with the guards?" Racheal asked, her voice low and calm. "Are you leaving because you're scared?"
Freya nodded, tears pricking at her eyes. "I'm scared for my baby, Aunt Racheal. I don't want anything to happen to her. I don't know where to go, but I know I have to leave."
Racheal sighed, sitting down on the bed next to Freya. "I understand why you feel that way, but leaving won't solve anything. What if Harlock sends his men after you? What if something happens to you and the baby on the road?"
Freya shook her head, wiping away her tears. "I don't know what to do, Aunt Racheal. I just know that I can't stay here."
Racheal took a deep breath, thinking carefully before she spoke. "Okay, Freya. I won't stop you from leaving, but promise me something. Promise me that you'll think this through carefully and that you'll be safe. And promise me that you'll let Aiden know where you are."
Freya hesitated, not wanting to let Aiden know. But she knew that Racheal was right. "Okay, Aunt Racheal. I promise. I'll think everything through and I'll be safe. And I'll let Aiden know where I am when I'm ready."
Racheal smiled, patting Freya's hand. "Good. And remember, you're always welcome here. You're family, Freya. We'll always be here for you."
Freya smiled weakly, grateful for her aunt's support. She finished packing her bags and left Racheal's house, feeling scared but determined to keep her baby safe.
The anticipation for the Red Blood Moon Ceremony was mounting, and Aiden was swamped with preparations. As the upcoming ceremony drew closer, he found himself with less and less free time. He longed to see Freya, but couldn't sneak out of the pack to do so. He knew how important this event was for their pack, and as a member of the royal family, he had a duty to uphold. The ceremony was a historic occasion for their pack, as it symbolized the unity and strength of their forefathers when they first came together to form the pack. Despite the busyness of the preparations, Aiden's thoughts constantly drifted towards Freya and their baby. He hoped they were safe and well, and couldn't wait to see them once the ceremony was over. He had a nagging feeling that something was wrong, and he couldn't shake off the uneasiness that had been plaguing him since the incident with his father and the guards. As the day of the ceremony approached, Aiden's schedule became even more hectic. He spent lo
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