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Does Ciara have this same aura? Freya smirks before answering my mother’s questions, “I am Freya Rose Nordin of the Northern Isles Pack. I am the daughter of Former Alpha King Erik Iver Nordin and Queen Mother Helen Andora Nordin.” She spoke proudly. “This doesn’t make any sense. Hazel said she was just some she-wolf from her old pack. Some No-name whore!” My Mother looked like she was about to collapse from the pressure of Freya’s aura. I look around the room and notice that everyone is in some sort of pain except for me.

"We want you to be careful…to stay safe. Honestly…anger wasn't the first thing on our mind when we found you missing , Mirage. We were worried sick." "As for Freya," Sarah gave her a sheepish look. "She was the most worried. Especially since she couldn't go with the rescue team because she was looking after Julian." "I'm not sugarcoating shit this time." Freya snapped at the two of us. "I'm done with her if she's going to keep acting like a spoilt brat over and over again. First with Krimson and now she just up and ran off, thinking she could take down the big, bad vampire on her own just because she could use her powers."

It wasn’t kind. It wasn’t encouraging. But it wasn’t cruel either. It was firm. Like a command. And somehow… That helped. I closed my eyes for a brief second. Then opened them. This time, I lifted my chin. Slowly. Carefully. Just like they taught me. “I…” My voice came out soft at first, but I didn’t stop. “I am Freya Grey.” There was a slight tremble. But I kept going. “Your Luna.” The hall remained silent.

Louella said weakly. “And I need my lover back,” Freya said with clear hostility. She stayed in quiet deliberation while she watched Louella gnash her teeth in desperation. Finally deciding what to do, she smiled slowly. “Never mind, Louella, I won’t let you die. I’ll feed you just enough to keep you alive while you enjoy your new home. Don’t worry about your son. He’s healthy and happy in the arms of his daddy.” As she left the shed to fetch some blood for the newly turned vampire she said through a thin smile and clenched teeth, “Vengeance is mine.”

I say. Freya perks up, "Okay. Your turn." "I was briefed you were running from a vampire on your way here. Do you know who they were?" Her face turns pale. "Vam...vam...vampire," she mumbles to herself in a voice I can barely hear. "Did you?" I press. "I never knew he was one," she claims. Her confident stance falls apart, and now she's back to the frail girl I first met. The way she is shaking makes me want to wrap her in my arms to protect her. Freya's acting as if she is truly afraid, so this must mean she is not working with him.

Kyro keeps his silence for a long moment, and my words slip without my knowledge. "You follow her because it isn't survival you seek; it's death," I breathe, his evil eyes burning through mine. I'm not intimidated by it, as I bore my gaze through his with equal determination. "Who/what is she?" Kyro pauses, keeping his silence as his gaze impairs mine, searching for something, but I don't know what? "Freya is a Fae… wielding two elements," a suffocating air of shock hangs over us. What the fuck shit...?

I check Freya’s countenance, searching her eyes for any sign of the heartbreak I just witnessed. I confirm quickly that she didn't hear what Axel and Ava were talking about. Even though I know the truth, it’s a rare thing to see a child like her. Freya is Axel's daughter, a fact that defies the laws of our kind because vampires hardly ever procreate. But Freya can't be a hybrid, no matter who her father is. Witches serve nature, and nature is a jealous mistress. Anybody with even a drop of witch blood in their veins can't be anything else.

“You do something to me, Freya. I don't know what it is about you, but I can't stop wanting you. Tasting you. Loving you.” My eyes grew wider when he said he loved me. I thought it was just lust, but I guess there was still a place in his heart for me. He smashed his lips onto mine, and I felt the urge to taste him when he did. Not him specifically, but his blood. I bit down on his lip with my fang and pierced the skin, allowing a tiny trickle of blood to enter my mouth. He hissed and pulled away, and for a second, I thought my vampire side had scared him off. He stood up and felt his lip with his thumb and index finger. He pulled the finger out of his mouth and saw blood. I’ve really blown

It was a lesson, one that made him retract his steps and take a better approach. Darwin cussed under his breath, knowing he’d made a terrible mistake that could cost him. His body kept feeling itchy, and he suppressed another wince of pain. Freya… She was indeed the goddess wolf, and she thrived in her powers that could take down hundreds of wolves without any help. Just when he thought he already had her in his possession. When he was about to get married to her without that stupid Orson interrupting, she’d found a way to escape.

I asked even though it was straightforward. Freya shifted on her feet, her hair slipping from her shoulder and exposing it. “I can't go back home,” she said, then lifted her eyes. My heart tightened when I noticed how her eyes glistened and she sniffed as if fighting the urge to be vulnerable. “I really can't go back to that man.” She smiled but the sadness in her eyes deepened, making me clasping the phone tightly. “Duncan, don't listen to her.” I jerked backwards and Freya let out a squeal searching the area and that was when I remembered that I was on a call with Lucien