Romans & histoires Sister Friede Weakness

"Cree, where are you?" My eyes sting from the smoke as I push through the panicked crowd. Faces blur past me, some streaked with ash, others contorted in fear. I can barely hear my own voice over the cacophony of screams. As I scan my surroundings, my eyes land on a familiar figure. It's Cree, tied to a wall with thick silver chains that bind his wrists and ankles. Blood trickles down his face, mingling with the bruises that mar his skin. The glint of silver reflects off his limp body, sapping him of his strength. My great grandmother's words echo in my mind - werewolves and silver do not mix. It is their ultimate weakness. And here he is, the strongest wolf I know, subdued by this simple me

I never agreed with his decision and always told him he shouldn't be with my sister because he didn't truly love her, but he never listened. I watched as my sister would bully Sofia and Ethan would watch without saying anything. I knew he wanted to, but for whatever reason, he always thought what he was doing was for the best. I hated the way my sister would treat Sofia and would tell her that she was wrong but she never listened. She always thought she would become Luna and be able to do whatever she wanted. I always knew that a girl like my sister wouldn't become Luna. My sister was rude, and she only thought about herself. The Moon Goddess would never let her be Luna. A Luna was loving an

Said Maria. The way that Maria looked at Riordan, like despite going years without seeing him, she still worshipped the ground he stood on, Freya could loosely think of a reason why the curing process would not work on her. Did the curing process remove the love from one’s heart? Unless if they found a way to do that first, the ‘curing’ would fail as many times as they attempted it for her. “It’s nice to meet you.” Freya said finally. Maria was very accommodating, she had to admit. She was a great hostess and her meals were out of this world. Her light merry disposition also managed to draw Fiona into conversation, the little traitor. All she ever gave her was half-assed expressions of doom.

"You know perfectly well that Frederick won't care if she dies. I tried what I could to stop it. After all, she's a Fox, just like Bridget, she's my sister. I was trying to keep her safe." Sister? I stared at Atlas in disbelief. Sister. Why only now did he say that? "Frederick won't let anything happen to her," Gabe replied. There's no room for doubt in his tone. "And how are you so sure? He cares to see how far her power can do to our foes, if it turns out she is incapable, do you think he will still care for her?" Gabe's gaze locked on Atlas, his eyes flashing with a warning, a flicker of light dancing in their depths, a sign of his wolf's agitation.

he said. I thought he just had a good memory. I forgot that he'd never once remembered I'm allergic to strawberries. His mother shot me a disapproving look. "Jennifer, a woman needs to be gracious about these things. You couldn't even produce a son. Lydia is carrying the McKinzie family's first grandson. "If it weren't for Harvey's kind heart—remembering all those years you've been together—by all rights, Lydia should be the first wife and you the second."

"Freya wasn't the saint you like to pretend she was. That girl didn't know when to keep her mouth shut. She snooped, she asked questions, and now that she's dead, the world's a better place. If you can't learn to mind your manners the way Freya never did, you might end up just like her. High on pills, dead in a bathtub." "You bastard." Tears well into my eyes again. I hate myself for this weakness, these emotions, but I can't handle listening to him talk about my sister like that. Freya was a lot of things—clever, beautiful, outgoing, a bit of a troublemaker, good at heart—but she was not an addict, and the world's a darker, more terrible place without her in it.

Freya marched forward, ignoring the buff men that could snap her in half and snatched the cover from Bridget's head, revealing her sister's panicked state. “What are you…..” “You're ali…” Two of them went at the same time, each sister eager to confirm that their eyes was not decieving them. Freya turned to a beaming Christian and felt the kind of disgust she had never felt for anybody before while looking at the mentally unstable man. “What is my sister doing here?”, She questioned, her voice very calm. “Thought you could use some…… familial company”, Christian replied, the big grin still on his face. “Are human lives a big joke to you?”, She asked again.

He gulped water from the tap and leaned on the kitchen counter staring into rigid air. Krystal was sitting at the table eating fried plantain with both of his hands. "Dad?" I said calling him for the fourth time. "Is Luc okay?" His eyes shifted, watching the space next to me. I walked to him and touched his arm. "Dad? Dad?" He grunted. I was glad. I thought he was losing his mind. I thought Luc was dead. "Your sister is fine . . ." His voice trailed off, his words dragged like he was making sure to pronounce the words correctly. Then he looked at me. "She's alive."

" Brother Felix!" Freya's brother is her Mr. right? How did they meet? " You lost weight again. Didn't you?" The first thing he says is about my health again. That sucks. He never changes. And as a response, I roll my eyes " You know her?" Serena frowns, her confusion is distinct in her eyes. " She is my sister's bestie. Like my younger sister." " Oh No! Did I hurt my sister-in-law?" She covers her mouth as if she has done something terrible.

Irene was quiet for a beat, then: And if you can’t? Freya’s stomach knotted. She crossed to the small dresser, pulling open drawers more for the motion than the need to find something. “You’re worrying too much.” You’re not worrying enough. The edge in Irene’s voice softened, but it didn’t lose its weight. I can feel it, Freya. The way your energy is thinning. You wake up slower. Your healing is sluggish. Even your heartbeat feels… tired. This world isn’t ours. Freya shut the drawer with a dull thud. “I know.”