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One hundred and sixty nine: the return

Author: Asheeda max
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-07-21 22:08:29

Freya's pov

The leyline was not a place. It was not a thread or a current. It was a wound. A deep, ancient wound in the fabric of the world and I had fallen straight into it, with every version of myself clawing at my spine, begging for space beneath my skin.

But I wasn't here to surrender.

I was here to come back.

Piece by piece, I rebuilt myself in the dark. Not just from memory, but from choice. I chose the girl who cried after her first kill. I chose the warrior who still knelt when the night felt too heavy. I chose the wolf who refused to hunt anything that looked afraid.

I even chose the parts of me I hated—the liar, the coward, the girl who had begged the stars to bring Alira back without knowing the cost.

And as I chose, they began to fade. The echoes. The half-Freyas. The broken ghosts with my face and none of my mercy. They didn't vanish in anger—they let go, like smoke releasing its hold on fire.

I took a breath, and this time it felt like my own lungs, my own body.

"You'r
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