Freya's pov
Next days merged in fog of pain, tiredness and misunderstanding. I was alone, completely alone. The pack had abandoned me, and Finnick...Finnick refused me, called me weak, worthless. His words tortured my mind. I heard them all the time and could do nothing with this. But there was more. Something had been woken up inside me, in the forest. Something powerful and I could not pretend I did not feel it.
Further into the forest I go, away from the territory of the pack and in search of the truth.Trees rise up, their boughs twisted like gnarled skeletal fingers that are holding onto the sky. The atmosphere is tingling, my hairs stand up from my skin. The earth is like it's moving under me, responding to my every step.
My power is wild and restless, like a storm that I have no idea how to control or even what it is.
The night grew older and I had settled in for the cool night, I felt it. The drift in the air. The flames in the hearth shattered unnaturally and the hair on skin stood on end. I was no longer alone. My nerves tensed and I slowly turned my head, scanning through the shadows beyond the dim light. That's when I saw him. Alpha Kade. He stood just beyond the reach of the flames, dark eyes gleaming with the weight that made my stomach twist.
"How did you locate me?" I asked. My voice was unsteady, but I was not going to give in to fear. I could not afford to do so.
Kade entered the firelight. His actions were smooth and deliberate as a predator stalking prey. “I always get what I want,” he stated. His voice was deep and velvety. “I have found a girl with a gift. This gift could change everything.”
Pulse quickened, and the power within me stirred, as if it recognized him. I hated that. I hated how it answered to him, how it seemed to want something strong from him. “no,I don’t want anything from you,” I spat, my shaky voice firmer this time. Even as I spoke the words slowly, I was not sure that I believed it completely.
Kade’s grin broadened as he took another step forward. “Oh, but you do. You’re stronger than you think, Freya. That power you’ve felt? It’s ancient. And I want it. I want "you." Align with me, and we can bring Finnick down together.”
The name felt like a blow in the gut. The resonance of his voice, cold and cutting echoed in my mind. "Weak. Worthless." The words had hurt more than any physical wound. And now, here was Kade, offering me a chance to prove him wrong. To make him regret ever casting me aside.
I paused, my heart racing. "Take down Finnick?"The suggestion felt like a betrayal, even after what he’d done to me. But the power inside me, that restless, vibrating force, muttered something else. It whispered of courage, of revenge, of finally being seen as more than just a liability__a nobody.
“You think I’d ever trust or believe you?” I spat, my voice clouded with venom. “You’re just like him kade. Using people for your own interest.”
Kade’s beam never faltered.it was as though, it grew sharper. “perhaps. But sometimes, that’s the only way to survive amongst your predators. Think about it, Freya. I know You want power, you want respect—well, I can give you both. All you have to do is grab it.”
I didn’t utter a word. I couldn’t. My mind was a whirlwind of clashing emotions—venom, fear, longing. The fire broke between us, the only sound in the heavy silence. Kade’s gaze never left mine, and I felt like he could see right through me, like he sees every seed of doubt in me, every desire, every secret I’d ever tried to cover.
Finally,my words broke the silence. “Why me?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. “Why now?”
Kade thrust his head, reading me with a calculating gaze. “Because you are Freya,you’re different. You’re not like the others in the pack. That gift inside of you__it’s rare, very sparse. It’s something I’ve been searching for ages freya. And now that I’ve found you, I’m not going to allow you waste it.”
His words sent a cold shiver down my marrow. I didn’t know if it was fright or something else, but it made my stomach whisk. “And what if I say no?” I challenged fearlessly, lifting my chin defiantly.
Kade’s comforting smile turned cold, and for the first time, I saw a quiver of something threatening in his eyes. “Then you’ll never learn to control it. That power will consume you, Freya. It will destroy you. And when it finally does, Finnick will be the minimal of your worries.”
I swallowed heavily, his words striking too close to home. The truth was, I didn’t know how to handle this power. I didn’t even know what it was inside of me. And the thought of it dragging me, of losing myself to it, frightened me more than I want to admit.
Kade stepped closer, his voice falling to a low, almost hypnotic melody. “Join me, Freya. Together, we can yoke that power. We can make them all pay__the pack, finnick,anyone who’s ever doubted you. You’ll never be weak again.”
Kade's words were like a poison, openly seeping into my mind and clouding my judgment. The power inside me surfed, responding to his promises, and for a moment, I was tempted. So tempted. But then I thought of Finnick, of the pack, of everything I’d left behind. Was this really what I wanted? To become like Kade? To use this power for revenge?
The words in my mouth seemed to freeze before coming out. The next moment I wanted to say something, there was a deafening roar, breaking the silence. I felt a ground shake and fire suddenly erupted with a lot of sparks. I stumbled, my heart almost jumped out, as a huge shadow jumped out of the trees.
Its eyes beamed like embers, and its growl resounded through the air, shaking off my balance.
Kade’s expression moved from smug to deadly serious deal in an instant. “Freya,” he said, his voice urgent. “We need to leave. Now.”
But it became too late. The creature lunged, and the last thing I saw was its vaping maw, filled with rows
of razor-sharp teeth, before everything went dark.
Finnick's pov“Tell me we’re not doing this,” Mira hissed, sword slick with blood, hair matted to her forehead.“We already did,” I said. “No turning back now.”Freya’s hand was still on the stone, fingers pressed against symbols so old they seemed to breathe. Light shimmered from her skin, dancing across the cold chamber like fire trapped in glass.The gate groaned slow, ancient, like the world itself grinding its teeth.Kye stood near the barred door, axe ready, breath harsh in the silence. “They’re still behind us. Waiting.”“They won’t come in,” Rowan muttered. “Not here. Not this close to it.”Freya turned to me, voice calm but distant. “It’s awake.”I stepped beside her. “The gate?”She shook her head. “Something beyond it.”The iron arch was split now, open just enough to feel the pull of the void behind it. Cold wind, but it didn’t touch our skin. A kind of presence. Like breath on the inside of your skull.I hated it.Mira planted her sword tip in the stone floor. “We should
Finnick's pov "How many saw it?"Mira's voice was low, but it cut through the dark like steel."Us," Rowan answered, "and the ones it let live."Freya stood by the edge of the firelight, arms wrapped around herself. “No...Not just us. Something else was watching. Beneath the stone. Behind the walls.”“The others?” Kye asked, sharpening his blade without looking up. “The ones behind the symbols?”Freya nodded slowly. “I don’t think they’re dead. I think they’re waiting."I sat with my back to a tree, eyes fixed on the horizon.We’d survived. The gate was buried. The vessel broken for now. But it didn’t feel like a victory. It felt like the pause between storms.Mira tossed another stick into the flames. “We can’t stay out here. We need real shelter. Somewhere safe.”“There’s no safe anymore,” Freya murmured.Rowan looked at me. “Then where?”I answered without hesitation.“The Sanctum.”Their faces turned.“No one’s been there in years,” Kye said. “You think they’ll let us in?”“They’
Finnick's pov The path to the ruins wasn’t a path at all. It was memory.Freya walked first, one hand brushing the air like she could still feel the door, still hear the walls breathing. Her eyes didn’t blink,she just moved and then we followed quietly. Not just from caution but from something heavier.The house or what was left of it, crouched at the base of a dead ravine. Walls like bones. Stone blackened by time and fire, half-swallowed by vines. There was no roof. Just beams stretching out like ribs, framing the gray sky.It looked like it had been waiting for us.Freya stopped at the threshold. “This is where I fell,” she said. “The floor gave out. I landed in the dark.”“How deep?” Rowan asked behind her.“Not far. But far enough to see it.”Kye scanned the tree line behind us. “We shouldn’t stay out here long.”“No one’s staying out here,” I said. “We go in. We end this.”Mira narrowed her eyes. “And how exactly do we ‘end’ something older than time?”“I don’t know,” I said. “
Finnick's pov“Back! everyone back!....'My voice tore through the trees and the ground cracked open behind us, the stones splitting like broken teeth. The tunnel mouth wasn’t just opening it was growing. Roots pushed outward like fingers from a grave, writhing, pulsing with something dark.And something inside was climbing.Freya stood frozen. Not with fearbbut with recognition. Her lips moved without sound.“What is it?” Rowan barked, his sword half-drawn. “What’s down there?”I turned to Freya. “You know.”She didn’t answer at first. Her mouth worked as if trying to form words too old to be spoken. Finally, she whispered one.“Orum.”The name hit like a hammer to the spine. I didn’t know it but I felt it deep like something buried in my own bones.A shape rose from the tunnel, it wasn't fast or frantic but very deliberate.It stood taller than the trees. Antlers stretched out like gnarled roots. Its skin was dark wood and bone, plates of something ancient fused over muscle that shi
Finnick's pov "No one breathe. No one move.”My voice was barely above a whisper, but even I could hear the fear in it.The others stilled behind me and i wasn’t moving either.Not because I didn’t want to but because I couldn’t.The creature in front of me wasn’t charging, it Wasn’t attacking, just standing too, but the sword in its hand…I knew it.The shape, the weight, the way it curved ever so slightly like it had been made for a single purpose, killing.I’d fought that blade. Fought the one who carried it.Hollowfang.I’d shattered that sword and watched him fall. Watched the fire take his body and yet… here it was.And the thing holding it, It wasn’t Hollowfang now but it moved like it had learned from him.It was him.In some new, twisted form.The creature tilted its head. Like it was trying to remember me.Then it breathed.A long, slow exhale that rolled across the stone floor like winter wind.Frost spread at its feet. My boots stuck to the ground as a thin film of ice wra
Finnick's pov The thing didn’t move fast but I didn’t either. Because every nerve in my body locked. I knew that sword. I knew the weight of it, the curve of it, the way it sang,'slammmm'through the air when Hollowfang swung it. I’d broken it and I killed him. I saw his body burn and yet... here it was.And he knew it, he was holding the sword like it still remembered how to use it.“Back up slowly,” I said, voice low and tight, hoping the others could hear me behind.The creature tilted its head but it didn’t blink or breathe imidiately, and then it did.A long, slow exhale that spilled frost across the stone floor. My boots froze to the ground in a thin crust of ice.And then it moved.The sword arced toward my chest, I barely got mine up in time. Steel screamed against steel, and the impact rattled through my arms like someone had slammed a hammer into my bones.I staggered back. The thing pressed forward.Another strike, this tim heavy and it was precise, it didn’t fight like H