All Chapters of The cursed mate's return : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Finnick’s POVI don’t know the exact moment I started losing her.Maybe it was when the whispers first came—low, dark, curling around the trees at night like smoke. Maybe it was the way she started waking up with sweat on her skin and shadows in her eyes. Or maybe it was before that, when she first touched the Moonstone Tree and came back changed.All I know is that the girl I fell in love with—the fierce, stubborn, wild-hearted Freya—was slipping away from me. And I couldn’t stop it.She still looked like her. Same silver eyes, same scar across her lip, same laugh that used to make something in my chest ache with joy. But now her laugh was rare. Hollow. Her eyes flicked toward the horizon too often, like she was hearing something the rest of us couldn’t.Something ancient. Something cruel.I tried to be strong for her. I stood by her side when she made decisions that scared the others. I defended her when the elders questioned her visions. I held her when the nightmares left her shak

Finnick's POV The sun was setting, but it didn’t feel like dusk.The sky was brewing orange and red across the trees, but all I felt was cold shiver. I hadn’t slept, Couldn’t. I’d run through half the forest. Called her name until my throat was raw. Searched every trail, every den, every sacred hollow I could remember.Nothing. Not a paw print__Not a whisper.And the bond—our soul-link—it was still gone.I didn't know how to explain what that feels to someone who’s never had any. It’s not just a mere connection. It’s not just magic. It’s like… breathing. Like knowing someone is always there, even in silence. Like feeling their heartbeat next to yours, even from a mile away.And then suddenly, it's just… gone.Like someone tore a thread out of your chest. Like you lost a limb and didn’t realize it until you tried to move. The absence aches more than any wound I’ve ever had.I should’ve gone to the elders. Told someone. Gathered a search party.But I couldn’t speak. Couldn’t think stra

Freya's pov I thought I was dead. The last thing I remembered was crawling through a crack in the earth, chasing the sound of Finnick’s howl like it was the last star in a black sky. I didn’t think I’d reach it. I didn’t think I’d come back.But I did and now I was lying in a field of ash.It was soft beneath me, warm like shrug, gleaming faintly with silver light. The moon swayed low in the sky, swollen and hard, dumping a strange stillness over everything. The trees around the clearing were twisted but beautiful, their branches glittering with frost and fireflies.For a moment, I just breathed. My body ached. My ribs felt bruised. My paws were burned and blackened from whatever realm I’d just clawed my way out of.But I was alive and more than that—I was whole.I reached toward my chest, fingers brushing the place where the bond used to be. I didn’t expect to feel anything.But there it was a mark.Not just a scar, not just magic. It was a symbol, glowing faintly beneath my skin. N

Finnick’s POVFreya hadn’t spoken much in the days after Veyrix marked her.She tried to act like she was okay, like she was still herself, but I could see it in her eyes, her gaze says other wise, something was changing. Each time she touched the mark on her chest, her hand would shake. Sometimes, she’d glitch like it was burning her from inside.And sometimes… she wouldn’t remember saying things she said.The first time it happened, we were walking through the pinewoods near Eldermire, looking for signs of the rogue wolves who’d left our pack. We were supposed to be building alliances, preparing for war. But all I could think about was keeping her close, watching her every move.She was ahead of me, moving with purpose, when she suddenly stopped and turned around.“We should let them burn,” she said.I blinked. “What?”She looked confused. “I didn’t say anything.”“Yes, you did.” My voice was quiet. “You said we should let them burn.”Her face went pale. “I don’t remember…”That was

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