Finnick pov
I used to think I knew what loyalty meant. That my pack would always stand by me. That love could protect the people I cared about. But everything changed the night Freya disappeared.
She didn’t just leave. She was taken.
Kade, Alpha of the Hollowfangs stole her. He tricked her with promises. Promises to help her control her powers: shadows and the strange energy of the moon. I don’t know if she followed him on her own or if he pulled her in somehow. But she left. And when she did, it felt like the moon itself had gone dark.
For weeks, I searched everywhere. Through forests, rivers, caves, any place where she might be. I followed the trail of her magic, asked rogues for clues, begged the stars for help. I didn’t stop. I couldn’t.
Then, one night, I found something. A raven landed near me. It was dying and in its beak was a message.
'She’s stronger now. You’re too late.'
Kade.
I tore the note apart. I didn’t believe him. I won’t ever believe that it’s too late to save her. I gathered the few wolves I could trust and made a plan. We would go into the Hollow fang ruins, where Kade was hiding and bring Freya back.
I thought my Beta, Rowan, was with me. He had fought beside me for years. I never questioned his loyalty.
That was my mistake.
As we got to the cliff of the cornerstone, near the ruins, I felt a strange pressure in the air. A wave of power. Cold, silver blue. I knew exactly that feeling.
Freya.
She was alive. Awake. Strong and rising.
But just as I was about to step forward, Rowan slide in front of me.
“Don’t do this,” he said, his eyes mean and dark. “She’s the Cursed Mate. She’s dangerous.”
“What are you talking about?” I asked.
“You bring her back, and you’ll destroy everything.”
Then he attacked me.
His claws sliced into my skin. I tried to fight back, but the pain pushed me off balance. I fell off the edge and crashed into the trees below.
Darkness swallowed me.
When I woke up, I was frozen and bleeding. But I didn’t care. I had to look for her.
I followed her energy burning deeper into the ruins. The air thick with magic, like it was alive and healthy. And there, in the middle of a stone room, I saw her.
Freya.
She stood in a circle of gleaming moonlight, with shadows lurking around her feet like they were protecting her. She looked stronger. Different. Beautiful, but dangerous.
And Kade was right beside her.
“Finnick,” she said softly.
Her eyes met mine, and my heart broke. She looked like the girl I loved, but also… not.
“Freya,” I said. “Come back. Please.”
Kade laughed. “She’s seen the truth, Finnick. She knows what she is now.”
“What truth?” I asked.
Freya lifted her hands, and the shadows rose. They formed pictures in the air, symbols and images I didn’t understand. A two-faced wolf. A bleeding moon. Fire burning the forest.
“There’s a prophecy,” Freya whispered. “It says the Cursed Mate will either save the packs… or destroy them.”
“No,” I said. “That’s not true. It's not who you are. You are not a curse! You’re mine freya.”
She looked at me. Her eyes filled with tears. And for a moment, I saw the Freya I remembered.
But then Rowan walked into the room, with Kade’s soldiers behind him. He pointed at her.
“She’s a threat. End this now.”
Freya looked scared. The power around her shook the ground. The moonlight above us grew brighter. I tried to run to her, but Kade blocked me.
“She has to choose,” he said.
Freya took a deep breath. Then, instead of attacking anyone, she blasted the ceiling above us. Rocks fell. The ground cracked open beneath her feet. A strange, glowing light shined up from the hole.
I tried to reach her.
“Don’t do this!” I yelled.
She turned and stared at me one last time.
“I love you,” she said. “But I’m not strong enough. not yet.”
And then she let herself fall into the light.
I screamed her name. The ground closed up. She was gone.
Kade and Rowan had escaped. And I was left alone in the ruins.
But I could still feel her magic in the air.
She was alive.
And if the prophecy is true, if Freya really is the Cursed Mate then she might be the one who decides the future of all the packs.
Or their end.
The scent of burning pine slapped me in the face before the first howl pierced the sky.I was too late.By the time I reached the edge of White claw territory, the damage was already spreading like wildfire, literally. Flames ate the tree lines, crackling like laughter in the air. Screams echoed in the night air, a mixture of chaos and terror. And through it all, I could feel her. Freya.Kade had used her power. I didn’t know how he convinced her, or how far she’d gone, but I could feel her energy tearing at the seams of our defenses like a dagger through old cloth.This wasn’t just an ambush.It was a full massacre.I walked down the incline, dodging the sharp debris, my claws thrust forth and breath heavy in my chest. The trees around me were burnt black, and ash floated like snow. Every thing nerve in my body screamed for me to turn back. But I couldn’t. Not when my pack was under attack. Not when she was still out there.A low growl rumbled to my right. I spun just in time to parr
Finnick's pov I never thought things would end up like this.Chained to a wall in Kade’s dungeon, weak from wolfsbane, and bleeding from so many cuts I lost count. I could barely lift my head. But I wasn’t dead—not yet. Kade didn’t want me dead. He wanted me to watch.The door banged open.I heard her resounding footsteps loud and steady. Then she appeared.Freya. My mate.She stood bold in the doorway, gleaming in the torchlight. Her hair was wild, her Amber eerie eyes-fierce. She didn’t look like the girl I once rejected and called waif. She looked powerful. Like a queen.“Freya,” I whispered.Kade came in behind her, smiling like he enjoyed this. “Touching, isn’t it?” he said. “She came for you. Even after everything.”Freya ignored him. Her eyes stayed on me. I saw pains, anger, and confusion settling in them but love too. Watching her go through these because of me, I hurts. Not after the shame I put her into__publicly.“Let him go,” she said calmly, her voice commanding.Kade la
Finnick's POVI never expected to see my mother gain.But there she stood, Luna Margot in the middle of the broken wall, lit by moonlight, silver eyes glowing like fire. Her long cloak blew in the heavy wind, and her face was dark and hard as stone.She looked at Freya, lying still in my arms. “Step away from her,” she said coldly.I held Freya tighter. “She saved me.”“You don’t deserve her,no you don't” my mother replied, her voice sharp. “You left her once. And now she’s dying for you.”My throat tightened. Freya’s skin was cold. Her chest barely moved. But she wasn’t gone—not yet.“You didn’t come all this way to scold me,” I said. “Help her. Please.”Luna Margot came closer and knelt beside Freya. She held her hand above Freya’s chest.“She’s stuck,” she whispered. “Her soul hasn’t left, but it’s lost. She gave too much power, too fast. It’s burning her from the inside.”“There has to be something—”“There is,” my mother cut in. “But it’s a choice. A price.”I nodded quickly. “An
Freya’s POVThe moment Kade vanished and my body stopped shaking, I felt it__A pull.Like something inside me had woken up and it wasn’t done with me yet.The wind outside howled louder. I looked up to see the moon glowing bright red. Blood moon. A warning, Or a beginning.I staggered, and Finnick reached to catch me, but before he could__Everything disappeared.The dungeon, the walls, the wolves. All gone.I stood in a wide field, dark and quiet, under a sky full of stars. The air smelled like ash and frost. My heart thudded. I was alone.Then I heard a voice, soft and strong.“Freya Rynn, of the Nightfang line. Your bloodline calls you. Rise or fall, you must choose.”I turned around. No one was there.And then the field changed. The stars blinked out. A mirror appeared in front of me, tall as a tree. But it didn’t show me now.It showed her.A little girl.Me.She sat in the dirt, wearing a ripped dress, skinny legs bruised, hair tangled. Her eyes were hollow. She didn’t look up.I
Freya’s POVThe second door glowed faintly in the wall of the ruined dungeon. I knew it wasn’t really there—just like the first trial’s field, it was part of something deeper. Older. Magic that belonged to my bloodline.But before I could step toward it, something changed.The air snapped cold.Finnick went stiff beside me. “Do you hear that?”Then I heard it too, footsteps. Heavy. Rushed.Not just one but a dozen. Then the sound of steel—unsheathing blades.“Down!” Finnick shouted. The wall to our left exploded.I hit the ground just in time. Dust filled the air. Through it, I saw them—wolves in armor, led by a tall man with dark hair and cruel eyes.Finnick froze. “No…”The man smiled like a snake. “Miss me, Alpha?”It was Theren.Finnick’s old Beta. His second-in-command. His friend—once.Now, he was Kade’s.“Theren,” Finnick growled. “wait, you’re working with him?”“I lead now,” Theren said. “Your throne is gone. Your pack chose strength. They chose me.”“They chose a traitor,” I
Freya's pov“You resisted the throne,” it said, voice amused. “That’s what called me. Not taking power is power. Restraint is rare. But now, I wonder... will you show the same strength again?”Finnick stepped in front of me. “Back away from her.”Riven tilted its head. “Ah, the broken Alpha. Still clinging to his little mate. So loyal. So... weak.”Then it turned those hollow eyes on me. “Let me show you what loyalty costs.”And without warning—it moved. A blur of smoke and blade. Finnick blocked just in time, but the impact flung him into a tree. He crumpled, groaning. I screamed, throwing my hands forward, magic bursting from my palms.Silver fire.It hit Riven in the chest—but passed through it.Like smoke, shadow. Riven hissed, amused. “Nice trick. But spirit magic only works on those with souls.”And then it lunged at me. I dove, rolled, barely missed its claws.My mark burned hotter. Almost blistering.I grabbed the dagger from my belt—the one I took from the first trial, forged
Freya’s POVThe air felt colder here. I stood at the edge of the old clearing. They called it the Circle of Bone. No trees, no grass. Just white bones sticking up from the ground like claws. This was where my final trial would begin.Behind me, Finnick stepped close. He didn’t imidiately, he just laid his hand gently on mine.“ I've got to do this,” I told him, staring straight ahead. “Alone.”He didn’t argue. But he didn’t halted nor set me free.“Come back to me,” he said softly.I nodded and stepped forward. The moment I crossed into the circle, everything changed.The forest disappeared.Now I was standing in a small dark cave. Cold. Wet. I looked down and saw a younger version of me, no more than five years old. I was weeping, hugging my knees and head deeped in between my legs. Then came the scream.I turned and saw her, my mother. Chained to the cave wall, covered in blood. She was still fighting as a man raised a knife over her. Her voice rang out like thunder.“Run, Freya! R
Freya's pov The fires on the ridge were too many to count.The sky glowed red as if the land itself had caught fire. Wolves stood in rows across the hills—lean, scarred, their eyes empty. Rogues. Outcasts. Warriors trained to kill without mercy.And leading them was Kade.He wore no armor. He didn’t need it. His strength was in his presence—steady, cruel, certain. And next to him, tall and silent, stood Riven. My brother, but Still under Kade’s control.Still lost.Finnick stepped beside me, his hand at his side, ready to shift. “We don’t have enough fighters,” he said quietly. “If they strike tonight, we fall.”“They won’t strike,” I said, watching Kade closely. “Not yet.”As if he heard me, Kade lifted his hand in greeting. Not a wave.A warning.Then he turned and disappeared over the ridge.Back at the camp, the mood was heavy. Warriors sharpened blades. Scouts returned with bruises and torn clothes. The elders gathered in silence.I stood beside the fire, watching it flicker.“I
The battlefield around me hot, a blur of growls, gnashing of teeth, and the violent clash of knives. But none of it mattered to me. My eyes were fixed on her—on Freya, my own. She stood near the corners of the forest, the power lurking around her like an unquenchable storm, a force I could never fully touch. Every part of me yelled at me to reach out, to bring her back from whatever route she was walking, but it was as though she'd already gone, gone too far beyond my reach.I tried to approach her, but my legs felt like they were leaving me behind. The power around us both was cheering. She was standing alone, a lone sheep surrounded by the flickering of shadows and light, yet I couldn’t slide through. The wall she’d built between us was not pentrateble, and the more I tried to smash it down, the more my chest pierced.I couldn’t let go off her , can't lose her. Not now. Not after these whole thing.But the truth sank into my chest like an ice: she was already slipping off my hands.
Finnick's POV Everything was wrong. My thoughts crackling with energy I couldn’t control. My heart pounded in my chest, a reminder that the woman I loved, the woman I'd failed was slipping away from my fingers. Freya stood in the middle of the chaos, her power sprouting in the air like a young plant , so strong,wild and energetic, that it felt as though the very earth itself was rotating under our feet.But she was no more the Freya I knew.Not anymore.I tried to bring myself forward, every instinct yelling at me to reach her, to stop her before it was too late. But there was something surfing between us now, something that I couldn’t handle. Looks like a pie of energy, so fierce and too dangerous that it sliced through my wolf, through my soul.I wanted to scream out her name loud but dumb at that moment."Freya!" I groaned, my voice cuddling with desperation. "Please, I beg of you my dear. Come back to me. Please"But she didn’t spun or responded. She didn’t even look at me.Her
I couldn’t breathe as I gasp for air. It hurts, watching Freya pass through all these when I couldn't offer any assistance to her pierces through me.The unsettled wind knocked me off my thought, I couldn't focus on anything far except her. Freya. She stood there, just a few feets away, her face filled with the kind of pain I couldn’t heal away. Her eyes, those eyes, haunted me more than the enemy did. The betrayal spinning around her, the rage, the hurt. I’d put that look in them.Riven.My heart diced painfully at the sight of him, foolishly standing there beside Kade. The wolf I had once nurtured into an ally, a friend like a brother__now a traitor. The man who'd helped us fight, helped us prepare for what was coming, was now helping Kade__the enemy to crumble us.How did we get here? How'd I allowed this to happen__get to this extent?“I told you this was how it'd to be,” Riven said, his voice empty. “Freya’s power is too dangerous__too much for her. She can’t handle it.”I clen
Freya's pov I woke up to the sound of crackling fire and murmuring voices. My body felt heavy, weak and a sharp pain hugging my body. I blinked thrice, trying to capture the blurry images around me. My surroundings slowly came into limelight. I was lying on the ground near a campfire, the night sky laid above me, beautiful stars twinkling in distant, unfeeling stare.“Freya?” A familiar voice whispered, and then the pressure mounted on me. Finnick?I turned my head, trying to see his face. His expression was confusing, a mix of worry and something soft, more uncertain though.“You’re up,” he said, relief sliding his tone. He wiped his palm on his face, visibly tired. “You startled me.”I tried to sit up, but the pain on me, made me gasp. It was as if someone had pierced through a broken glass into my flesh. “What happened?” I whispered, my voice hoarse and low.“You were hit,” Finnick replied, his hand heavily pressing against the wound on my side, his eyes loitering over the darken
Freya's pov The silence after the flash of light was suffocating, a Calm sparkle settling over the battlefield. I stood frozen, my hands still on air the power within me lurking with a new intensity. My heart was beating in my chest, my mind leaving coating my vision, trying to understand and analyse what had just happened.Finnick standing beside me, his expressions confused and unreadable, searching through darkness for any sign of movement. The wolves from Kade’s pack still frozen, their glare flicking nervously, between us and the darkened woods behind them.“What just happened now?” Finnick asked, his voice barely loud over the pounding of my heartbeat."I don’t know,” I whispered back, my glare locked on the space where the light effect had once struck. The air felt energized, almost as if that very atmosphere had shifted to another side. Something had changed, something deep.And then it pushed me.But I wasn’t alone.Before I could process the whole thing, a figure emerged b
Freya's povThe air was heavy with the weight of Riven’s words. I was gasping for air, feeling my heart sink deeper with each passing moment. "You’ve been toying with me?" I said quietly, disbelief coating my voice like something bitter. "You’ve been working with Kade all of this time?" Riven was silent for a moment entirely. His eyes were sharp like he was trying to figure me out. It was the first time I understood the coldness I noted in his eyes— similar to Kade's. "You were always the key, Freya," he said, a smoothness to his voice that felt almost soothing. "But I didn’t come for your heart. I came for your power. You were a means to an end. Nothing more." His words blew me like a punch to the bone marrow__Betrayal. The man I trusted, the man I believed was once an ally, had been plotting against me from the very start.Finnick was by my side now with his protective stance. His eyes were trained on Riven, the tension was so thick in the air that it was borderline suffocating.
Freya’s pov Time came to a standstill, but the impending danger lurked on. Now Kade stood before us, right infront of us, the energy in the air thick with tension. My heart racing as I tried to come in alignment with the nightmare that was unfolding. The ancient dagger rested in the grasp of Kade, reflecting the gentle starlight that cut through the clouds. I had thought the god’s flame was the worst of my fears, but now, Kade—Alpha Kade—the very man who has brazenly attempted to use me for his own purposes was ready to finish what he started. Kade’s voice was a low growl filled with a dark intent. “You think this is over?” He made his promises. Every word left his mouth felt like it landed a punch in my stomach. “The god’s power doesn’t belong to you. It belongs to me.” Before I could even digest what was happening, I felt the god inside me, its power stirring in my very essence. He came to claim it for himself; my worst possible nightmare. “They shall not have you,” Finn
Freya's povDarkness shut in around me entirely. I didn't know where the earth ended and the sky started. The furnace that had once burned within me now howled to a distant hum, accompanied by a seeping cold crawling into my limbs.And then a voice slice through the quiet."Freya… "Finnick's voiceI didn't hesitate to speak, but my throat dry, my skin crawling heavily. Each move, each breath, was labor."Freya, please."His voice was louder this time—fearful, like a roar__with fear.But I could do no more than stay there and stiffened, accompanied by the whirling blackness.I felt a tap on my shoulders, shaking me, calling my name. And then I felt goose bumps on me, drawing me towards the light.I opened my eyes again and saw myself but no longer in the void.Finnick was kneeling beside me, his face terrified and tight with worry. The familiar smell of pine and earth surrounded me, but there was something else__ darker.“You’re awake,” Finnick breathed, his voice rough. “Thank the mo
Freya's pov The god stood tall above the battlefield. Smoke curled from its wings. Its eyes held stars—and storms. It didn’t breathe, never blinked. It simply watched, as if deciding who would die first.Wolves fell silent.Even Kade knelt, his head bowed, trembling. But I didn’t bow, I possiblely couldn’t.The fire inside me was burning hotter than ever. Not wild. Not out of control but clear__Focused.“Freya,” Finnick said softly beside me. “What is that thing?”I swallowed hard. “A Flame-Taker. A being born from the first war between gods and wolves. It feeds on power. It lives off flame.”Riven stepped forward. “It came through the gate because of you.”“No,” I said, steady now. “It came because of Kade. But it’s here because of me.” The god’s voice rolled like thunder. "The gate is open. The flame belongs to me.”Then it moved__Fast and thenToo fast.A blur of smoke and fire striking down three wolves in seconds. They didn’t even scream or sob they just turned to ash instantly