Freya's POVI eventually came to a halt in front of the living room, where I saw him sitting comfortably on the couch, reading a book.He was puzzled to find me standing there with a frightened expression on my face, but he smiled gently and beckoned me towards him."Oh, you've arrived?How is your health now? ", he inquired, his voice concerned."Fine," I said monotonously, attempting to escape his gaze, but his final words rang in my ears. "How did you find out about my health? How did you find out I was disabled? "I asked him several times.His smile quickly changed into a scowl "Why are you posing such queries? You already knew the answer, didn't you? ". His tone was caustic and cold.I remained mute, staring down at my feet with a bewildered expression on my face, now that I'd received the answer to my question.The expression on his face implies that he was aware of my unexpected sickness, and hence he is to blame. "Do you really have to go this far just because of a mere
Freya's POV The joy of sitting comfortably in a car with AC, the happiness of listening to the radio station and driving along the highway made me feel like I'm floating on clouds.Everything seems so peaceful and calm, except for his presence beside me, I don't know how many times I had to remind myself that there's nothing wrong in letting him take care of me.In fact, it would be great if he could be my friend, someone whom I should trust completely and unconditionally. Someone who wouldn't hurt me, but protect me from harm.Even though I don't want to admit it, I feel it deep down inside my heart. Sitting comfortably in his car reflects back long time memories of me sitting with my dad the same way as this. The happy memories surges into my head like a tide, but the fact that it's nothing but ordinary pasts and memories made me gravely hurt and sad.I sighed deeply, closed my eyes tight as I tried to fight back the tears which welled up in them, trying hard to hold back my em
Freya's POVThe closer I go to this man-like beast, the more I want to know about him. Who exactly is he? Why does he treat me this way? Is he simply having fun with me? Is he even mindful of my survival? Or was he just looking after his treasure, which I had with me?These were the types of thoughts that ran through my mind.The most striking feature was that he already knew my name, and his manner of addressing me made it clear that he already knew everything about me. He's the most handsome man when he's chuffed, but the most hideous when he's upset or depressed. He's hasty in his actions at times, but yet cool in others; he's even come to purchase me clothes right now.One thing about me is that I despise accepting gifts from strangers, especially males. Receiving assistance that I may not be able to return makes me feel pitiful, and I loathe it.The more I refused his assistance, the more he insisted. Now I have no option but to take the items. My eyes brimmed with Surprise
"Do we really have to go back there?", I asked him for the third time but he didn't reply, rather, He just sighed and continued driving. "What would be my response if I were asked why I sneaked out of the hospital without informing anyone about it?", I asked him again, this time with a concerned tone. "Especially Christine my friend", I bubbled that in my heart.It was by then that I remembered that I stole Christine's wallet, and this means I'm probably in hot soup. I trust Christine, she won't hesitate to give me a head knock before any sorts of explanations. "What if she asked me who this man is?, what would've been my reply?"I asked myself again, and this makes me feel more than scared now.I don't want people asking why I sneaked out at such an early hour, especially if it's to meet someone, especially a handsome man like this monster besides me. I looked outside from the car window, the sun was already setting and that meant another problem for me to face. Knowing
Freya's POV As If he was being thrown into a scorching fire, his countenance changed frantically and his yellowish green eyeballs turned to red. I shivered uncontrollably when I detected the rage in him, and the wrathful desire to pounce on the cops who surrounded him with their guns aimed at him. "Is it right for cops to point their guns at a common civilian without having a reason?. How about you bring down the guns and stop scaring an innocent civilian?", I muttered, standing before him and trying to defend him from the cops that were threatening to shoot him. The police officer took one look at my face which resembled a deer caught in headlights. "Take that nosy kid away from that monster", one of the cops ordered and immediately, I was brushed away by one of the cops who was close to me, and this made me grievously scared. Actually, I wasn't scared that they caught him, or his secret being revealed, but rather, I was scared of how he's going to do the cops.
2 DAYS AGO IN GRACE'S HOSPITAL Since his long years of working experiences, Dr Jekyll had never seen someone with that kind of illness before. He was baffled and surprised to see a young lady at Freya's age to have such a painful stomach pain, so intense to the extent that she went unconscious within the time of two minutes. All the scans and tests done to her revealed that she was fine, and nothing's wrong with her intestines, and yet she was still in such a painful state and her life was deteriorating. Jekyll was puzzled and worried, it was his first time experiencing such a bizarre illness before. Being the director of Grace's Medical Hospital, he called on more of his trusted doctors to check on her, but none of them could provide a solution to her pain. He was in this case when someone brought him an idea of calling a doctor who was based on gynecology. Having no choice, He picked up the phone and dialed the doctor's number to ask for assistance. He was still on t
Freya's POVThe anguish of seeing the man you love in pain, being unable to do anything about it but watch as he tosses and writhes on the cold metal floor. The pain of hearing his heart pounding loudly as he tries and struggling to keep himself alive and the sight of seeing him dying gradually before your eyes, The agony of seeing the blood dripping from his wounds; his face ashen and eyes glazed over. I couldn't get over the painful sights as the memories kept surging into my head in waves. Memories that have no purpose other than to remind me of how useless I was beside him. They didn't just shoot him with noxious needles, they also pummeled him to stupor like a renegade wargI was completely broken down anytime I remember his injuries, by the gruesome way he was bruised by Doctor Jekyll's men. After beating him blue black and having satisfied their gratification on him, they dragged him away and separated both of us, cruel people. "How I wish I know how he's feeli
"It's been years that I've been hunting a beast like you. I've met countless ones who look like you but none of them possessed what I actually needed. And here you are, the Heavens sent you towards me when all hopes are gone", Jekyll whispered softly into Tigreal's ear where he hanged him, his two wrists shackled and his legs manacled.Tigreal was seen in a blue room filled with scientific apparatus. His legs were chained down and his wrists were firmly fastened to the roof.Drips linked to sets of serum containers were affixed to both hands and both thighs. Before it stood Doctor Jekyll in his lab coat and his lab goggles on, working on his experiments, and writing notes on a small pad. Bloods were dropping from Tig's mouth and eyes. He was barely alive as the poison was slowly eating away at the outside of his body. His heart was beating so fast it seemed like his lungs would explode out of his body. "Please....I need water, just a drop is enough to cool down my burning
Tigreal, Freya, Christine, Kelvin, and Trevor stood in the dimly lit chamber, surrounded by an array of weaponry. Each of them diligently prepared for the impending war. The tension in the room was palpable, the weight of their task imprinted on their resolute features. They knew the difficulties ahead would put their strength and resolve to the test like never before. Kelvin slung a razor-sharp sword over his waist, its dazzling edge poised for action, throwing threatening glimmers in the dark light. Christine slung a quiver of arrows across her back, her nimble fingers checking the bowstring with accustomed accuracy. Trevor, the epitome of cool under pressure, painstakingly loaded a revolver, his gestures demonstrating his steadfast concentration. Tigreal, dominating in his armor, adjusted the straps, his posture exuding power and resolve. Freya gently fastened a pair of sparkling daggers to her waist, their blades echoing her steadfast willpower. Trevor's trusty companion stormed
Tigreal summoned an assembly in the middle of the White Moon Pack territory, amid a large expanse of tall trees. It was a long-awaited event, and the wolves gathered in silence. The pack, unified in their allegiance and reverence for their Alpha, Tigreal, listened intently.Tigreal, his towering form, a symbol of power, began to speak. "My fellow pack members, the time has come for me to embark on a quest in the human world." The threat presented by Balmond and Balerick to both our realm and the human world is too enormous to ignore."The people in the throng exchanged knowing looks, aware of the coming peril that hung over them all."I understand your concerns and fears," Tigreal said, "but this mission cannot be postponed any longer." The unholy union of Balmond and Balerick jeopardizes the state of balance we have battled to protect for decades."Seraphine's eyes twinkled with excitement as she stood among the crowd. She had long desired the role of Alpha, and the possibility of Ti
Trevor's strength began to return on the second day in the infirmary, bringing with it a ray of hope. The air smelled faintly of antiseptic, and the calm hum of medical equipment formed a continuous background. Tigreal, Freya, Kelvin, and Christine formed a unified front at his bedside, ready to hear his narrative of the horrible events that had occurred.Freya was the first to speak, her voice concerned and relieved. "Trevor, you had us worried for more than a day there."Tigreal, who towered over the rest, gave his thoughts. "Yes, Trevor. It seemed like an eon. I'm pleased to see you're on the mend."Christine, her eyes moist with emotion, chimed in. "When Freya carried you here, we feared the worst."Trevor couldn't help but crack a joke, his sense of humour intact despite his trauma. "How about we skip over the part where Freya carried me around like a hero?" Laughter swept across the room, temporarily relieving tension.Freya couldn't keep her curiosity at bay any longer, her bri
Freya's heart wrenched as she saw her son, Rolf, suffer. Her previously limitless patience had been completely depleted. Her gaze stayed fixated on Raff and Seraphine, two figures who relished in their spiteful victory, flaming with a violent mix of maternal love and rage. Her own clan's hypocritical methods had left a dark stain on what should have been the Luminance Festival's clean, joyous mood.Freya's change into her powerful werewolf form unfolded with captivating speed, punctuated by a primal cry that pierced the air and rang across the pack. Her pure white fur shimmered wonderfully in the dappled sunshine, almost otherworldly. Her eyes were like twin fires, conveying a strong resolve. She sprang from her seated position, landing with an earth shaking impact in the center of the arena, fully prepared for the confrontation that lay ahead.As Freya saw her rival's change on the other side of the arena, Seraphine's eyes narrowed and met hers. She had a long-standing desire for dom
The annual "Luminance Festival" erupted like a bright supernova in the heart of the White Moon's Pack, igniting the very air with pleasure and unity. This lavish celebration symbolized the pack members' harmonious relationship, a monument to their shared devotion to peace and prosperity. Laughter cascaded through the old forest, forming a tapestry of delight that transcended species and size, as every creature came to celebrate their connected life, from the mighty to the tiniest.The event was a visual work of art. Vibrant flags swayed in the mild breeze, like bursts of color adorning the scene around them. Tables heaved under the weight of delicious treats, which included everything from luscious meats to scrumptious desserts. Fruits and nectar-filled goblets glistened in the dappled sunlight, enticing anybody who came close. The entire pack sank to the seductive beat of dance and song as musicians performed energetic, captivating songs. Tigreal, magnificent in his festive clothing
As Trevor and his men prepared to leave the room, they had no idea that Balmond had a cyberpunk agent, a master of virtual manipulation, who had managed to hack into the system and decode the location. The agent had traced their positions through the intercepted phone conversation between Balmond and Trevor's squad, sending critical information to Balmond's waiting men.Balmond's men filled the room as the door slammed open, their forms silhouetted by the faint light of the corridor. Trevor's pulse rate increased as the standoff intensified, each second ticking by in a tight symphony of expectation."Looks like we've got company," one of Trevor's guys said, a sardonic smile pulling at his lips despite the risk."Take cover and keep them at bay," Trevor said quickly, his voice dripping with anxiety. We must buy some time."Bullets flew through the air as Trevor's crew fought a desperate struggle against Balmond's well-coordinated men. The room had turned into a battleground, with furni
Under the cover of night, Trevor and his men surrounded Balerick's towering home. Their steps were deliberate, like burglars in the dark, as they approached the home of the enigmatic individual in charge of the perilous mission. The weight of their goal weighed heavily on them, a mix of resolve and anxiety propelling their every action.Trevor's men secured the perimeter of the home with the precision of a well-oiled machine, their rifles drawn. The night air was heavy with suspense as they awaited Trevor's signal to make their move. Balerick's destiny hung in the balance, a captive audience to the impending clash.Trevor's grip on his firearm was firm, his sight fixed on the home in front of him. He understood this was the decisive moment, the climax of their attempts to foil Balmond's terrible ploy. The crew rushed forward as the signal was given, their actions synced in a precise dance.The element of surprise worked in their favor as they invaded the mansion, quickly and expertly
Trevor's thoughts raced with a fresh resolve as the echoes of Balmond and Balerick's dialogue reverberated in his head. The truck Balerick was escorting into the city had secrets that were considerably more frightening than they initially appeared to be, which had put the wheels of curiosity in action. There was a definite hidden objective at work, and Trevor was determined to find out what it was.Utilizing his connections, Trevor put together a small team of reliable people who were eager to help him in his quest to unravel the mysteries behind the trucks. They established an impromptu camp under the shelter of the thick woodland, hidden from prying eyes but well situated to watch the trucks' approach.Tension lingered in the air like a charged current as the sun sunk below the horizon, sending sweeping shadows across the countryside. Trevor's senses were tingling with anticipation at every sound, including distant wind and rustling leaves. He was aware that what he was going to fac
Trevor's path crossed with an unexpected figure as he approached the threshold of Balmond's richly decorated sitting room. During his leaving, he found himself walking beside a man who, at first look, appeared to be an average visitor to Balmond's domain. However, when their shoulders brushed against each other for a split second, an electric current of familiarity shot through Trevor's veins, igniting a newfound sensation of awareness.Trevor's feet briefly slowed down in response to this strange familiarity, giving him a priceless additional second to secretly examine the man's face. It was a quick but purposeful gaze meant to capture the man's soul without revealing his intentions. He had an enigmatic nature that sparked a flood of recollections and feelings that had been kept under wraps. He then realized that this man was none other than Mr. Balerick, Freya's villainous uncle, with the destructive ability of a lightning bolt.Trevor's heart gripped at the sight of Balerick, as me