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Chapter thirty four: I heard you, love
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2025-05-03 07:04:06Freya's pov
Falling doesn’t feel like falling. It feels like forgetting.
The wind was screaming louder to my hearing than my thoughts. The cliff vanished above me. The sky became a blur. The last thing I saw was Finnick’s face—his eyes wide, reaching for me—and then he was gone too.
All I had left was the dark.
And the voice.
“You opened the door. Now walk through it.”
I hit the bottom hard.Everything went black.
I woke with stone under my body and blood in my mouth.For a moment, I didn’t know where I was. My paws quivering as I pushed myself up. The air was cold and thick like struggling to breath through water. I blinked slowly, trying to see through the dark.
No sun. No sky. Just cavern walls that pulsed like they were alive.
And silence.
Not even my heartbeat echoed in this place.
I tried to reach out—to find Finnick, the bond, anything.
Nothing.
My chest break so bad that it felt like my ribs were made of snow ice. I didn’t know if he saw what I did before I jumped off. I didn’t know if he really survived the collapse.
I didn’t know if I’d ever see him again.
The tears came fast. I didn’t fight them.
I’d promised myself I’d never break like this. Not again. Not since the night I buried my parents and swore I'd be the strongest alpha this world had ever known.
But strength doesn’t stop pain.
Strength doesn’t stop guilt.
I curled in on myself, shaking, whispering his name into the dark.
“Finnick… I’m sorry. I’m so sorry…”
Then the stone beneath me moved.
Not just shifted, breathed.
I froze.
The ground breathe like a heartbeat. The walls hummed. And from somewhere deeper in the cave, I heard laughter.
Low. Rumbling.
Veyrix.
“Now you begin to see.” I stood, teeth bared, fur bristling.
“Show yourself,” I snarled. “Stop hiding behind my skin.”
“But this is your skin, little wolf.” His voice circled me. “You carry my mark. My name. My rage.”
“Get out of me.”
“You don’t want that. Because without me…”
The laughter stopped. “…you are nothing.”I slammed my claws into the stone. “Lies.”
“Am I lying about what you did to your own mate? About how you broke the bond?”
My breath hitched.
“You chose this, Freya. You let me in. Because part of you wanted to feel powerful. Wanted to stop being afraid. Wanted to stop hurting.”
“I wanted to protect them,” I snapped. “To protect him."
“By pushing him away? By letting yourself become this?”
His voice turned sharper, colder.
“You can’t save anyone, Freya. You are the danger. The longer you fight it, the more it will hurt.”
I closed my eyes, shaking my head.
“No.” But I felt it. The truth in his words.
The pain in Finnick’s face when I looked at him for the last time. The way the bond went silent the moment I lost control. The white in my eyes. The blood on my paws.
The silence in my soul.
“No…” I whispered again. And then—I saw it.
A mirror, standing tall in the center of the cavern. It hadn’t been there before. Or maybe it had. This place felt like a dream twisted by teeth and stepped toward it. The reflection wasn’t mine.
It was her.
The other me.
Tall, Fanged, Glorious and terrible. Her fur shimmered with stars. Her mouth curled into a smirk.
“You don’t have to be afraid anymore,” she said. “Just let go. Let me take the pain.”
“I don’t want to lose myself.”
“You already have.” I stumbled back, heart racing.
The shadows surged around the mirror, forming shapes. Wolves I once knew. Packmates. Friends. Enemies. All twisted, ruined. All dead.
“Stop it!” I screamed.
But the voices kept coming.
“Freya, you failed me…”
“You couldn’t save us…” “You brought this god into the world…”I clamped my paws over my ears, falling to the stone.
Tears streamed down my face.
“I didn’t want this!”
And then—just for a moment—through the storm of shame and fear, I heard something else.
A sound, A howl, Faint. But real.
Finnick.
My head snapped up. The mirror cracked and the wolves vanished. The shadows recoiled.
And suddenly, the stone under me began to crumble.
Light broke through the cracks—pale and flickering. Not strong. Not steady.
But enough. Enough to crawl toward.
Enough to fight for. I pulled myself forward, muscles shaking, vision blurring. I had to get out. Had to reach him.
He was alive, I knew it. And he was calling for me. The darkness screamed as I crawled, as if it knew it was losing. Veyrix howled in rage.
But I kept going.
One step, Another, And another.
Until the light swallowed me whole__And I was gone.
Freya awakens gasping in a field of glowing ash under the moonlight—only to find a strange mark now etched across her chest… and someone waiting beside her she never expected to see.
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