I Found Me The Fray Novels & Stories

Need to figure out how to counter this before it destroys everything. But first I need to check on Freya. Make sure she is still sleeping. And just as I was about to take another step our eyes met

Freya's POV My phone suddenly vibrated; it was a text message from my friend Novia Motley: "Freya, Tracy's fan meeting at the Times Mall caused a stampede today. Didn't you tweet an hour ago that you were at the mall? I mean, are you okay?" I pursed my lips, my right hand being infused, so I had to use my left hand to type a difficult reply: "Yeah, but don't worry. Just a small injury, no big deal."

“W-what?” Fraya leaned forward, her eyes cold. “I’m here to tell you to never contact me again.” I stared at her, barely processing the words. This was Fraya, my friend. She was supposed to help me, not taunting me like this. My throat tightened. “Fraya, please. It’s me. I have—” My voice cracked. “I have nothing.” Her eyes flashed with something, it was contempt. “Good,” she said. I flinched. What the hell was happening?

I saw the way his jaw tightened, the way his fingers curled slightly, as if restraining himself from reaching for me again. Harvey stepped forward, brows knitted in concern. "Here, let me—" I exhaled sharply. "Help me up, Harvey." Edward’s gaze darkened. I didn’t care. Harvey hesitated before obeying, carefully pulling me to my feet. I swallowed the pain, locking my jaw as I straightened. Then, from the entrance of the palace, a voice called out. "Edward!" Freya. I stilled. She stepped into the courtyard, golden hair spilling over her shoulders, her eyes shining with something suspiciously close to triumph. "I think I found it," she said breathlessly, clutching a thick leather-bound book aga

I need to find her and bring her back home but I'll need some help. After taking a shower I went to find Aniko. She's Freya's friend and she's the only Person who will help me get through to her. I found her in the kitchen preparing lunch and I decided to help arrange the table. We were just the two of us. "Freya is alive." Aniko dropped cutlery gasping in shock and tears filled her eyes. "How is she?" She whispered softly. I gave her a small smile. "She's perfect and she's really pissed about what I did to her so she destroyed half of the pack."

Traian screamed out while diving into the pool beside us. I screeched into the air sending birds flying in all directions to get away from the noise. My wings ripped through my skin and as soon as they fanned out, I squatted down then jumped back up, propelling myself into the sky. I flew directly for Draco. He spotted me and I thought I’d have to fight him, but to my surprise he spoke to me through a link. “Freya, are we going to find her?”

I walked through the light and released a sigh when I discovered I was in the pack. Did I make it? Or was this another illusion from the weapon itself? “Go on. It's real this time.” I heard a voice from behind me. I'd recognize that voice anywhere. It was my mate, Frey. She found me. Maybe I'm home. Maybe this is it. “Frey, what are you doing here?”

he muttered and I banged the desk immediately. "Shit!" I roughened my hair and left the power room. I went into my room and began working on my laptop looking for any possible means to track down her location but it wasn't working. I smashed it angrily on the wall and it shattered into pieces immediately. *Gosh! Freya, hang in there a little bit, I will come soon." I muttered and raked my hands through my hair. The fact there's no single clue that I can use in searching for her pisses me the most.

Instead, I kept my mouth shut, not wanting to ruin her mood with my sour one when she seemed so happy. Freya was a welcomed surprise in my life. Two years after I thought my pack had been wiped off the Earth, I stumbled across her setting traps. The scent of our pack was still faint in her, slowly being taken over by the smell of rogue, but I had been over the moon to find one of my pack members still alive. We had stuck together since then, and it became us against the world. Just two seventeen-year-olds roaming the unclaimed territories, searching for more survivors.

His voice touched her soul as the tears of joy started streaming out of her eyes. THAT YOU ARE THE REASON, I DON'T WANT TO FIGHT NO MORE, I DON'T WANT TO HIDE NO MORE, I DON'T WANT TO CRY NO MORE, COME BACK. I NEED YOU TO HOLD ME. (YOU ARE THE REASON) A LITTLE CLOSER NOW, JUST A LITTLE CLOSER NOW, COME A LITTLE CLOSER, I NEED YOU TO HOLD ME TONIGHT. I'D CLIMB EVERY MOUNTAIN,