Freya's pov
Power surged through my body a foreign energy building in my chest. It was as if the earth called me urging me to fight, to stand my ground.
"Kade won't win," I said aloud. My voice trembled with the strength of my conviction. "I won't allow it."
The creature took one more step closer, its massive paw lifted from the ground ready to fall.
And in that moment, everything changed. The atmosphere seemed to crackle, ground under me seemed to hum with energy, and I could feel the power in me as never before.
But I did not know what would be next.
I did not know if I had the strength to stop Kade, or if I had lost everything.
The scary figure stepped into the moonlight, its gigantic shape lurking over us like a hurricane. My breath stuck in my throat as I took a glance of it. The enormous creature was tremendous, its terrifying fur, black as night, its eyes shining an uncanny eerie amber. I froze, powerless to sprint my gaze from the huge beast.
"Is that...?" I mumbled, my voice low over the resounding of my heart.
Finnick’s expressions had void of color. He matched back, his hand instinctively stretching for the dagger at his side. "That's him. Kade’s leading in reinforcements."
The words struck me like a thwack to the gut. My mind bolted, trying to bring together the nightmare unveiling before me. Kade. Yes of course. This was his doing. He’d been waiting for this day—the day when Finnick and I were at our most unguarded. When we were at each other's throats, when our trust was wore out.
I perceived the blood splatter to my face, rage gleaming in my chest. "You...You brought this upon us," I spat, my voice trembling with anger. "You wanted to prove something. And now, look what’s happened."
Finnick is looking at me. His guilt is right there on his face. "I never meant for it to get to this." His voice is almost desperate but it falls flat, useless in the air between us.
I didn’t know whether to trust him anymore. I didn’t know how or what to do anymore. My hands clenched into paw, nails ploughing into my palms.
The ugly beast growled again, this time__louder,a deep sound that quivered between the ground, profound and primeval. Its golden eyes interlocked onto us, the hunger in them undeniable.
And in that moment, everything clicked. "Kade was the real threat." Not the creature. Not Finnick. Not the lies. Kade. He was the architect. He had planned out everything—the betrayal, the alterations, the traps we’d slipped into. He was the one drawing all the strings.
Finnick was just a pawn.
My heart thumbed in my chest as I met Finnick’s eyes, feeling the pressure of the situation settle on my tiny shoulders. This was too large for the both of us. Larger than the pull that had erected between us for so long.
The creature let loose another heavy bone-rattling growl, its gigantic figure shifting, stepping closer. It was playing with us. I could sense its presence forcing in, like a dark cloud frightening to swallow us whole.
“We need to do something,” I said, my voice steady now, no longer shaky with fury but a keen, despairing determination.
Finnick’s eyes flared to the massive creature and then back to me. You don't get it, do you? he said, voice rough. It is not just a monster. It is a guard.
“A protector?” I repeated, incredulous. “A protector of what?”
“The city," Finnick said, his gaze never leaving the creature. “The city Kade plans to burn to the ground.”
I sensed a cold quiver run down my spine. “set it ablaze ? But why?”
“Because Kade believes it’s the only way to rebuild it. To reset everything. To shatter the old world and build a new one from the ashes. He knows... he believes it’s the only way to make things right this time.”
“The only way?” My laugh was hollow, bitter. “By destroying everything?”
Finnick nodded grimly. “Kade has always thought of himself as the savior. But he's blinded by his obsession. And now he's willing to unloose the best of it."
It was hard for me to believe it. Kade had always been heartless, but this—this was above anything I’d ever thought of. Destroying everything in his way to create something new. He was a beast, and I’d been a halfwit to ever think I could control him.
The creature growled again, this time, louder, and I stepped back to reality. The beast was closer now, its huge shape only a few feet away. Its black fur was polished and extensive, its eyes glittering with a hunger that made my stomach rumble.
“freya, You have to trust me,” Finnick said, his voice urgent now. “We don’t have all the time.”
“Trust you?” I fired back, my heart pounding in my chest. “finnick, How can I trust you,? you’ve used me. You've lied to me ,you —"
“I never planned any of this!” he interrupted, his glare wild. “But now we have no choices. We need to work together if we’re going to stop Kade. The creature—it’s only the part of what he’s planning. If we don’t do something now, everything we know will be dead.”
I didn’t have time left to harvest his words. The creature pounced, and without thinking, I thrust Finnick out of the way, rolling to the corners as the beast's claws pierced through the air where we’d just been standing. My heart stopped for a beat, my body froze.
It was quick. Too quick.
My feet spring beneath me and I am running. But Finnick is faster. He has plunged his knife into the creature’s side and is now at the base of its throat. As he falls, as he dies, his hand reaches out and catches a single strip of the creature’s skin, slices it off as he falls and dies in the dirt.
“No!” I shouted, panic rising in my chest.
Finnick groaned, but he was still kicking. Barely
The creature swiveled its gaze of amber to me, deafening me with its snarl. It was playing a game. But I wouldn't let it win.
Power struck through me, an unfamiliar vitality rising up in my chest. It was as though the very earth were talking to me, pushing me to retaliate. To hold my ground.
Kade won't win. "I told myself, my voice trembling with conviction. He won't win."
The monster took another turn forward, it's large paw rising from the ground, preparing to attack.
And in a second, everything shifted. The air crackled, the ground beneath me seemed to thrum with power, and I sensed the power coursing through my nerves like never before.
But I didn’t know what would my fate next.
I didn’t know if I had the power to strike Kade__or if I had lost everything already.
Suddenly, the ground beneath us trembled. The monster froze, its eyes glittering with confusion.
And then, from the shadows, a figure erected. A figure i thou
ght I'd never see again ever.
My blood ran cold.
It was Kade.
And he was smiling.
Freya's pov I didn’t hear him coming. I felt him.The air warped. It turned bold, heavy like every breath I took had to twark its way through a storm. My heart picked up a race, thundering against my ribs as the scent of steel and smoke curled into my lungs. I knew that smell. Even after all these years. Even after I'd buried the memory of it, deep like a corpse beneath my skin.Kade.I spin around, already reaching for the surge of power accelerating in my veins, but it thrashed wildly, like it was waking up from a long deep sleep. No—like it was trying to protect me from him.He stood just before the clearing, the moonlight gleaming across his face. That smile… gods, that damned smile hadn’t changed.“Hello, Freya.” His voice was low, smooth, and terrifyingly calm. “You’ve grown into it nicely.”“What the are you doing here?” I smacked, fighting to grip my balance as my power tightened inside me. “How did you find me?”“hmmm,You make it sound like I was haunting you,” he said, stepp
The first thing I observed was noticing my breath, fast and shallow, as the cold was cutting me like a knife. The moon was seen high in the sky gleaming silver dim light through the trees that created a spinning ghost shadow. My Heart was racing, pulse was pumping and blood vessels surging through my veins.Kade's voice was a new wind in my mind, unyielding: "Come on, Freya. Take your claim to your birthright, or die as a pawn in Finnick's war."Kade's invitation pressed on me like a bee Sting. I wanted to shove it off, I wanted to destroy everything Finnick had spent his life building, I wanted him to suffer for the agony he inflicted on my family. But there was also obligation, and a heavier feeling pulled me. My pack, my people needed me."Make the right choice, Freya. For once in your life, make a good choice."Kade's voice was not just a temptation, but a promise of power, and of control. Power that had been out of my reach for far too long. But was I ready to pay the price? How
Finnick povI 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.
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 povThe wind was colder than usual. It carried something unfamiliar ,strange with it, like a whisper I couldn’t hear properly. My fingers quivered as I pulled my heavy cloak tighter around me, even though I wasn’t sure if it was the cold or the fear making me quiver.The crescent shaped sign on my chest burned again. It'd started last moonrise, but tonight, it felt worse, hotter, deeper. Like something inside me was rising up.I stood at the corners of the clearing, watching the sky slowly darken. The stars were beginning to reveal, faint and far away. The moon hadn’t showed yet, but I could feel it coming. My whole body ached in a way I couldn’t explain.Finnick stood a few steps behind me. I hadn’t looked at him, not really, since the ritual. The truth we found out that night, that he had chosen me, even against fate, it should’ve made me feel closer to him. But instead, everything felt more fragile. Like one wrong step would break everything between us.And then there was t
Finnick’s POVI didn’t sleep the night the stars cracked. I couldn’t.The cub, our little sweet cub was gone.One second he stood in the clearing, glowing like the moon’s own son. The next, he vanished in a pillar of white flame that reached into the sky and broke it.Freya kept whispering his name.I could feel something changing in her. Something quiet but dangerous. Like a thread inside her soul was pulling too tight, ready to snap.By morning, she was gone, Vanished. I found her standing on the cliffs near the temple ruins. Wind tangled her silver-blonde hair. Her eyes were red. Not from crying—but from something deeper. Like her spirit had bled dry.“I need to know,” she said without turning.“Know what?”“If what we have is real.”My chest hardened. “Freya…”“listen, I’m not asking because I don’t love you,” she uttered “I’m asking because I really do and I don’t know if it’s really mine or if it was made for me by fate, prophecy or by the past.”I stepped closer, but something
Finnick’s POVLiora didn’t fight us that night.She could have because I could feel the power dripping off her like mist ancient and wild, not like any wolf I’d ever met. But she didn’t raise a claw.She just glared at the cub as he hid behind Freya’s legs, staring at her with wide, glowing eyes.“You've no idea of what you’re raising,” she said. Her voice soft and steady. “You think he’s just a tool of peace, he was forged in war.”“He’s a child,” I said.“No,” she whispered. “He’s a choice.”Before I could step between them, Liora faded into the trees, like mist swallowed by wind.Freya’s face was pale, her mouth partly open.“She was supposed to be dead,” she muttered.But I took her hand. “Then we find out why she’s not.”The next morning, Freya went to the elders.She told them what happened, about Liora’s appearance, about what she said. About the child of “blood and dusk.”Sura’s expression darkened.“She has no right to return,” the oracle said. “She broke her own oath long ag
Finnick’s POVI couldn’t stop shaking even when the sun rose, when Freya’s hand found mine again, I still felt cold inside. Like something had opened in me and let all the warmth out.Because it wasn’t just a dream anymore. It wasn’t just fear.Something was living inside me. Not a shadow or a memory but a soul, not just any soul—Veyrix.But it didn’t make sense. He was dead. She killed him. I saw it.Didn’t I?Freya sat beside me as we waited for the elders. Her fingers were tight around mine. Too tight. Like if she let go, I might vanish.We were both quiet. What could we even say?We’d seen each other’s past lives. Watched each other die. And now we were left in the middle of a question we couldn’t answer.Was I… him?No, Not Veyrix but maybe someone worse. The one who made him become a monster. The one who broke him in the first place. The council sat in a circle of stone.Taron stood behind Freya, quiet and grim. Sura the oracle was there too, her long braids wound with silver fe
Finnick’s POVI didn’t sleep for two nights. Freya lay in the bed beside me, but she wasn’t really there. Her body breathed, but her mind was… somewhere else. I kept her hand in mine and whispered her name like a prayer.Sometimes her fingers clenched. Sometimes her lips parted like she was trying to say something, but no sound came out.I was frightened. Not just scared of losing her but scared of what was happening inside her.Scared of what was happening inside me.The dreams hadn’t flickered or paused. Every time I shut my eyes, I saw flames. Blood. A war I didn’t remember starting. And always, at the end, that same girl with silver eyes crying out my name. And my own hands holding the sword.Killing her, Freya.But it wasn’t this Freya. It was someone older. Sadder. Still her, but not her. A past version, maybe. Or a soul that had come back into her.I didn’t know what to believe anymore. On the third night, Taron came into the den.“She’s not going to wake up on her own,” he sa
Everything felt different now. Freya avoided my eyes. She didn’t grip my hand when we walked. She flinched when I reached out for her, even if it was just to brush hair from her face. I wanted to ask her what was wrong, but every time I opened my mouth, something wasn't Maybe I was afraid of the answer.I couldn’t stop thinking about the dream. The battlefield. Her face. My sword. It felt too real—like I had lived it before. But that was impossible.Wasn’t it?I told myself it was just the stress. The cub. The strange voice. My mind playing tricks. But when I looked at Freya, I saw something I hadn’t seen in a long time.Distance__And pain.The kind that didn’t just go away.I found her close to the river the next morning.She was sitting on a rock, glancing into the water like it held some secret she was trying to remember. Her hair was messy. She hadn’t slept. I could tell.I sat down beside her. She didn’t look at me.“I had another dream,” I said.Still no reply.“I was holding a
Finnick’s POV The forest was too quiet. Not the peaceful kind. Not the soft toss that urged you to rest your back in the grass and ignore the world. This was the kind of silence that made your skin crawl. The kind that made you think something was staring, hiding, waiting.I stepped carefully over fallen branches and wet moss, keeping my senses open. It was early dusk. The air still smelled like cold metals and pine needles. My wolf needed to be free, to racd, but I held him back. Something was off.Freya had left the den before sunrise. No note, no word. Just gone. That wasn't like her. Not anymore. Not after everything we had been through.Veyrix was dead. I had held her when she screamed his name, when she shattered him from the inside out. I had whispered that she was safe, that it was over.But it wasn’t.She woke up shaking, her eyes gleaming gold in the dark. Sometimes she didn’t recognize anything, not even me. Sometimes… I didn’t recognize her.I found her near the corner of
Finnick’s POVFreya and Veyrix battled above the world, light and shadow twisting like a storm in the sky.It was like watching two stars fight. Fire and darkness. God and monster.Every blow shook the earth.Every roar split the sky.Wolves below scattered or fell to their knees. Some prayed. Some wept. Some couldn’t even move—frozen by the power above them. I was one of them.Not because I was afraid.But because I felt it.The thread between us, Freya and me, it was snapping.I could feel her power rising, burning away everything inside her. And I knew…She wasn’t just trying to defeat Veyrix.She was trying to contain him.Again.I forced myself to stand.The battle around me had mostly stopped. Every wolf was watching the sky now.Freya struck first, hurling a blast of pure silver fire. Veyrix answered with a claw of black flame. They collided mid-air, exploding like a sunburst. Trees were uprooted. Stones cracked. My knees gave out—but I held on.Then Freya shifted mid-fall, bec
Finnick’s POVThe white wolf stood at the edge of the trees, its eyes glowing like moons. Not silver. Not gold. Something colder—something that didn’t belong to this world. It didn’t growl. It didn’t move. It just watched.I stood frozen.“Who are you?” I asked, my voice barely more than a whisper.The white wolf didn’t answer. It tilted its head slowly, then turned and vanished into the forest without a sound—no crunch of leaves, no snap of branches. Gone, like a dream you forget the moment you wake up.But the feeling it left behind stayed with me.Something unnatural had been born. Something that shouldn’t exist.I didn’t wait. I shifted into my wolf form and ran—faster than I ever had—following Freya’s scent. My paws hit the earth hard, my heart slamming against my ribs. I didn’t know how far she had gone or what she was trying to do.But I had to find her.Because I could feel it now—like a string tied between our hearts—pulling tighter. Something was happening to her.And it was