Freyr's Camp Raven Novels & Stories

Freya then jammed her spear deep into his abdomen, just under the core. Then she fired her coilgun and tore off the upper half from the lower, and kicked away all the parts and pieces around him. As the other Ravens came up, she continued to jam her spear around That Idiot’s core, and cut him out of his chassis bit by bit. “But feel free to continue begging for your life,” Freya continued. “Not sure about the others, but I’m definitely enjoying hearing you grovel.”

Holding Lyra's hand tightly in mine. We reached the camp by midday, Raven was already at the border of the camp waiting for us. She ran towards us immediately, she sighted us and hugged Lyra tightly. She took one look at Lyra and Sera and started barking orders. Food. Water. Bandages. A tent for the Lycan woman. "Get her cleaned up," Raven said, pushing Lyra toward her tent. "You look like death warmed over." "I feel like death warmed over." Lyra said with a smile, seeming pleased to see Raven too.

Aviva The camp is quiet when I return. I’m soaking wet, but thankfully clean of rogue blood, because of the rain. Everyone gave up on sleeping outside in their wolf forms, choosing to sleep in tents instead in their human forms. Everything is soaked. Tarps cover the supply carts, nailed to the ground to prevent any sudden gusts of wind from ripping the tarps off completely and soaking everything my village traded for Ryan’s wares. I walk by each tent and find Freya curled inside one of them, fast asleep. I start to kneel to crawl inside when Ryan’s voice cuts toward me, emotionlessly rasping, “Get over here.”

“We also need someone to cause a distraction so the rest of us can get away.” “Freya, how good of an actress are you?” Reed asks her. “I am fantastic.” She responds. Reed laughs. “I think I have just come up with a plan and Freya is the main actress.” he says, smiling at her. She smiled back at him. “Freya here is the granddaughter of Alpha Rick. The man in charge at River Valley Pack. That is why she was there.” There were snarls around the room at the mention of his name. “I wonder if that is why there are more wolves out there at the moment?” Ethan asked.

She stumbled into the camp and fell at my feet, her voice barely a whisper. "The North Star pack," she gasped. "Dag—he's trying to hold them together. But Rourke's coming. He's going to burn it all. He says he won't stop until every wolf who ever loved the ice wolf is dead." I knelt beside her, my hands gentle on her shoulders. "What's your name?" "Freya." She looked up at me, her eyes wide, her face pale. "Dag sent me. He said you were the only one who could help. He said the half-blood would know what to do."

If Amelia’s hold on Declan was weakening, then Raven was a threat to everything. "Girls! You have to believe me!" Francesca pleaded, her voice trembling with frustration. "I might not fully understand what happened, but I know we need to find Raven. She’s alive, and she’s possibly the only one who can free Declan from the shackles Amelia put on him." A sharp stab of jealousy twisted inside me, but I masked it with a scoff. "You’re being ridiculous," I said, shaking my head. "You want us to chase shadows? We already asked Tim, he told us Raven is dead. She’s dead, Francesca! End the story already, it's no longer funny!"

“Bring the Black Coast shipment codes, the account access, and every fucking file you stole.” A sob caught painfully in my throat. What the hell were they talking about? “I swear I don’t know anything,” I whispered desperately. “I don’t even know who Ravens is.” One of the men barked out a laugh. “Damn. She really clueless.” “Not our fucking problem,” another muttered. The gun pressed harder into my skin and my breathing immediately turned shaky again. “You hear that, Ravens?” the man said into the phone. “Fourteen hours before we paint the floor with her brains.”