LOGIN*DORIAN* I stagger through the quiet hallways, making my way to my room. I barely make it in before my knees give away and I collapse. Someone screams, the sound aggravating the ache and I try to lift my eyelids but they feel too heavy. I finally manage to lift them to find myself on my bed with a wet cloth pressed on my forehead. Just as I wonder who manage to drag me to the bed, my gaze darts to a figure hovering above me and hand reaching for me. Callum's words flash in my head and in a moment of panic, I lunge without thinking, grabbing the person by the throat. “Who are you?! Did he send you to finish the work?!” “I-It's A-Alera,” the person manages to choke out. “No one sent me.” I release her the moment I recognize her voice. “Alera, is that really you?” I asks cautiously and she shuffle in my left, soon the candle light comes on, illuminating the dark room. Alera stands before me, nursing her neck and avoiding my eyes. A moment of silence passes between us as she
*DORIAN* My nose press against the grass as I prowl deeper into the wood, filtering scent after scent. Still I can't trace her scent. It’s as if she vanished from existence. A low growl rumbles deep in my chest as frustration claws at me, sharp and relentless, my wolf growing more agitated with each seconds that passes. Thunder rumbles above me and Lightning strikes the sky like a pitchfork, soon rain starts to pour in torrents. I run deeper into the forest, pushing further than before despite my wolf's detest for getting his fur wet. My movements grow more erratic, more desperate, until finally I come to a halt, chest heaving, eyes scanning the empty woods. I smell nothing just the scent of rain and earth. My claws dig into the earth as suspicion coils inside of me. Octavia definitely is incapable of handing Freya to the hunters. A name surfaces in my mind. Callum. My wolf stills for a fraction of a second before the rage returns tenfold, and without another thought, I
*DORIAN*I stagger through the quiet hallways, making my way to my room. I barely make it in before my knees give away and I collapse. Someone screams, the sound aggravating the ache and I try to lift my eyelids but they feel too heavy.I finally manage to lift them to find myself on my bed with a wet cloth pressed on my forehead.Just as I wonder who manage to drag me to the bed, my gaze darts to a figure hovering above me and hand reaching for me.Callum's words flash in my head and in a moment of panic, I lunge without thinking, grabbing the person by the throat.“Who are you?! Did he send you to finish the work?!”“I-It's A-Alera,” the person manages to choke out. “No one sent me.”I release her the moment I recognize her voice.“Alera, is that really you?” I asks cautiously and she shuffle in my left, soon the candle light comes on, illuminating the dark room.Alera stands before me, nursing her neck and avoiding my eyes.A moment of silence passes between us as she takes a
*DORIAN*My nose press against the grass as I prowl deeper into the wood, filtering scent after scent.Still I can't trace her scent. It’s as if she vanished from existence.A low growl rumbles deep in my chest as frustration claws at me, sharp and relentless, my wolf growing more agitated with each seconds that passes. Thunder rumbles above me and Lightning strikes the sky like a pitchfork, soon rain starts to pour in torrents.I run deeper into the forest, pushing further than before despite my wolf's detest for getting his fur wet. My movements grow more erratic, more desperate, until finally I come to a halt, chest heaving, eyes scanning the empty woods.I smell nothing just the scent of rain and earth.My claws dig into the earth as suspicion coils inside of me. Octavia definitely is incapable of handing Freya to the hunters.A name surfaces in my mind.Callum. My wolf stills for a fraction of a second before the rage returns tenfold, and without another thought, I shift bac
*DORIAN*The cold air brushes my skin as I take a quiet stroll to relieve the tension in my muscles. My sharp hearing picks up a whimper and I turn in the direction of the sound. Alera 's form is slumped over a wooden bench bench, her face buried in her hands as her shoulders shake with quiet, broken sobs.My feet takes me to her on their own and I find myself crouching in front of her. She stiffens and slowly lift her teary face. Her eyes are red and puffy like she's been crying for a long time.Something tighten in my chest unexpectedly, catching me off guard and I lift my hand to stroke her hair...comfort her. But before I can do so, She recoils and scoots away from my touch as if I would burn her and that action of hers sent a pang of pain through my heart. “You shouldn't be here,” she murmurs, her voice barely audible. I drop my hand from where she had left if hanging mid air and exhales. “I can't leave you her all by yourself, especially now that I... ”I trail of
*FREYA* Before I can blink, one of them draws near and grab my arm harshly. “What are you doing?! Let me go!” My protests falls on dead ears as he drag me out, his companion in tow. My heart pounds violently in my chest and I try to steady my gaze to know exactly where they are taking me too. He shove me harshly inside a room and the door shuts behind them. I try not to wince as my side connect with the wall from the impact. In my state, I manage to glance around the room and realize I wasn't alone. A woman watches me with keen eyes and beside her is Silas. “She is the one,” he murmurs to her like I wasn't in the room with them. The woman studies with her hawk eyes that make my stomach tighten with unease. What's happening? “She doesn't look remarkable to me. Well, except for her white hair,” She says, her eyes roaming over my body like I am a meat being priced. “Are you sure she's the one?” Silas rolls his eyes. “I wouldn't dare deceive you. She's
*FREYA* Rhea's words trouble me more than it should even as I flip through the pages of the new book I'm reading, they still linger in my mind, no matter how hard I try to brush them aside. The people around me are wolves in sheep's clothing and I shouldn't trust anyone? I groan, rubbing my eye
*FREYA* Dorian and Alera succeed in dragging me out of bed earlier this morning where I was sulking about my last encounter with Leonidas. The way he brushed me off hurt more than I can admits and even Ailsa had gotten quiet afterwards. I try not to think too much about it. I follow the duo
*FREYA* Lyra slumps onto the space beside me, breathing hard, her bump heavier than the last time I saw her. “This little rascal is making it difficult for me to walk. I'm afraid my visits will be limited.” I shut my book, shifting the attention to her. “You shouldn't have come,” I say, reaching
*FREYA* As the days pass, so does meeting Leo becomes slimmer. Pack's demands pulling him away before dawn before I can catch a glimpse of him. The only time I get to see him is at midnight which has slowly become our routine. I wait for him at the foot of the staircase and when he arrives, he le







