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No one has found the bodies yet, though, so theres still a lingering hope out there that they're alive. I sigh as I crawl under the thick quilt, flicking on the lamo beside me as I pull out my latest find at Barnes and Nobels: The Winter Garden by the famous Kristin Hannah. This woman's books are truly amazing. Then, after an hour long reading session, I find my eyes beginning to shut against my will, so I set down the book on the bedside table and shut off the lamp. ~ The next morning...

she cried, and I felt helpless all over again. Freya has been appearing in her dreams, chasing her around Moonhowl Pack, threatening to destroy every seed her womb carries. “Shh… it’s fine. She can’t lay a finger on you. That, I promise,” I reassured her, gently caressing her back while she leaned into me. I couldn’t stand the sight of my fated mate, the only she-wolf who brings me peace, falling apart like this. Freya wouldn't be able to handle the consequences of all these.

she was annoying, the look on her face purely evil, and an underlying evil intent, like a child who has just been gifted a clown by her affluent household. The look of new power, that I recognize, the type of look I overlooked on Lucius, perhaps I was so in love with him to notice how excited he was to use his new power as the new alpha. But ever since I entered LYTHRIA it has pledged my mind, how come I was so blinded? “I am Freyja,” The sound of wind followed by a powerful force surrounded us blowing away some crops as I watched the people from Daus try their best to chase after them, I stood forcing my eyes open. Abruptly the wind stopped.

Samael Wülf I finally arrived at Azael's mansion. Well, the mansion he stole from the hunter’s council. They didn't exist anymore, which on one hand was great, because we didn't have them creating armies strong enough to wipe every supernatural being off the face of the planet. However, now we had Azael creating those armies instead and a whole heap of confused and uncontrollable hunters running around killing whomever they chose. I was surprised Freya hadn't been contacted by her old faction. They all needed someone to take charge, to give them unity and purpose. I guess Amelia didn't want Mason to remember her sister. If he did, he might choose Freya over her. Which to be honest, he probab

"Please let me know as soon as you find anything useful. Anything at all. If there is any way I can help, I will. Perhaps I could even go to the library with you." "Alright. Come with me. I don't think we have something better to do at this moment." Freya nodded and followed after her, and they soon got to the big building. "Which book would you like to read today, your majesty?" The old librarian asked her. "My lady." He greeted Freya. "Do you know if I can find books on lycans?" Luciana asked.

“I don’t care. What is the solution then? I am a noblewoman. I refuse to bow to Winter.” “Hmmm,” Freya muttered, massaging the bridge of her nose. Today, she had to admit her carefully laid plans had crashed spectacularly. And now, doubt crept in. What if Winter wasn’t as fragile as she’d assumed? What if she couldn’t be dragged down as easily as three of them believed? Cressida cleared her throat, “What if we follow her and see what she’s planning at the orphanage? I’m sure the caretakers would be shocked she showed up. We could provoke something.”

Together, they built a family, a legacy of warriors who dedicated their lives to banishing demons from this world. In an epic battle, the pack succeeded in killing a demon, but victory came at a terrible cost. The pack was decimated. Only a small group survived. Among them was Freya, Kheimon’s daughter—a hybrid of goddess, wolf, and human. She was the first of her kind, a demigod, and the first Priestess of Winter. From her, a line of High Priestesses was born, each possessing abilities tied to winter’s might. The other surviving wolves became priests and priestesses, their descendants carrying on the sacred duty. But only one High Priestess was born in each generation.

(Freya POV) I looked towards the clock and heaved a sigh of relief while turning off the tap. It was already 11 o’clock, and I still had to finish my assignment. “Don’t worry! Soon everything will change for good,” I mumbled under my breath to encourage myself, and dragged my tired body to the basement. My feet were aching with all the work and my body needed a good rest, but unluckily, I didn’t have time for that. I quickly locked the door and opened my bag and started looking towards the notes and books. It didn’t take long before I finished my assignment and put everything on the small wooden table before lying on the small wooden bed. It is the last of November and the night has become m

I would honor the sacrifices of all who came before me, channeling my grief and determination into every step I took. Tonight, as the shadows closed in, I sensed the first hints of light breaking through, weaving stories of bravery and hope—a tapestry of strength filled with love. I was Winter—magic flowing through my veins and a fire igniting my heart. When the moment arrived, I would summon my sisters, and we would rise together, fierce and unyielding, ready to face the shadows threatening our world.

With hands balled into fists, I turned and stormed away. “I’ll make you pay for this, Freya. Mark my words, you’ll regret the day you crossed me.” To be continued... The next book is called Sacrificed By A Sire King. If you love the character Lucy, her parts were written by J.C. Seal and she can be found on Amazon. Lucy is a character in her Angel and Demons series. She had taken Evan with her, and he will be in some of her future books. He and Lucy will however return to the Freya Rose series to help with the final fight.