Freya’s P.O.VThere was a decree that whoever was found with Silver poison had to be killed. I could only hope that whoever had it in their possession was found so that the senseless deaths that just spurred out of nowhere could end. Thorne would stop being stressed and when the war is over, we would finally have peace. I crouched before Isaac, meeting him at eye level as my mind drifted towards the priestess. She had made some prayers to the moon goddess and somehow, I had started regaining some bits of my memories from that night. Thorne and Enzo had claimed that a spell had been cast upon me to wipe out a part of my memory. Although, I hadn't believed but now that the priestess had stepped in, I could remember Reginald being there but what he had said was what I couldn't remember. He had been surrounded by some strange women, and just that image of him that flashed through my mind sent a shiver down my spine. Isaac broke my train of thought. “Mum, I am starving”My pupils dilat
Thorne’s P.O.VI stood at the rim, calling Freya repeatedly, but she didn't answer and the one time she answered, she broke down over the phone. She sobbed, talking about how I had hated her, didn't trust her, and was pretending to love her. Freya screamed, reiterating the fact that she was different from her father. How she just wanted to live and how I had always done nothing but break her heart all the time. Honestly, I didn't know where all of this was coming from. I didn't even know if these words were caused by her random mood swings but the pain in her voice…It broke me.And worse, she didn't allow me to speak because she hung up on me and didn't answer any of my calls since that time. I was worried. Deeply worried. I was far from home and the thought of Freya in that broken state was unbearable. It made my heart twist in pain and…Heath broke my train of thought. I turned, my eyes drifting to the plastic evident bags that he gripped— the bag that contained small glass bot
Thorne’s P.O.VAfter leaving the field, Enzo and I went to visit Asher’s family alongside Heath. I didn't know what to make of the expression on his face but all I knew was that while we were there, he had his head lowered, not daring to look at Asher’s fiancee and his son. He couldn't even hold him in his hands. Only a guilty soul would do that. All of this further proved that he had something to do with it. I was now back home, discussing with Heath concerning Enzo and while we were speaking, I caught sight of Freya, and everything Heath had been saying faded into the background. My heart pounded hard against my chest and I called out to her. “Freya…”She stopped in her tracks, shooting me a quick glare before darting her eyes over to Enzo who lowered his head in reverence for her. She did the same and that was when I dismissed Heath. “Freya, what is this?”Her face contorted into a frown and before I could take a step, she turned on her heel. I stared at her in disbelief, runni
Freya’s P.O.V I sucked in a deep breath and then another before my eyes fluttered open, and I mustered the courage to knock on the door of Enzo’s room. Knocked once, and did it a second time, but there was no response. Frustration needled at me for a second, and it made me wonder if he was in there. The maid that I met on my way here had claimed that he was in. At that moment, my mind drifted back to Thorne and how he had told me to be careful around Enzo. But I would never understand the need to. Before Thorne showed me any kindness, Enzo was a nice person to me. He always brought me food, gave me fruits, and would listen to me rant. So, why did I have to be careful around him when it was obvious that he was going through something? Just as I raised my hand to knock the third time, the door suddenly opened, and I drew my hand back immediately. His hair was disheveled, and he ran his hands around his face, groaning. “What do you want?” I smiled. “Can I come in?” He threw h
EnzoMy fingers curled tightly around her neck, tears welling in her eyes, and staring into Freya’s eyes, I had never felt so much rage at once. She didn’t fight back, instead, her mouth parted, and a strangled gasp escaped her. “No…one… I would never tell anyone” She stammered out and that was the moment the storm inside of me calmed. “Promise?”She choked out. “I promise”My pupils dilated, and I slowly released my fingers around her throat. Freya fell to the ground, her fingers fluttering to her neck as she gasped for air. Guilt wrapped its way through my heart and pity shone in my eyes for her. I hated that it did. I hated that I felt sympathetic towards Freya. Not sparing her another single glance, I grabbed the coat, threw it over my shoulders, and stepped out of the room with anger coursing through me. Just at that moment, my heart turned cold in my chest when my phone buzzed in my hands. I swallowed the heavy lump that formed in my throat, glancing at the message on the
Celeste’s P.O.VPulling my legs to my chest, I buried my face in between my knees. I couldn’t count the last time that I had seen the sunlight. Ever since Nigel recaptured me, he had abandoned me in the basement since then. I didn’t know what happened to Camilla either. Dead? Maybe. I didn’t care. I lived constantly in fear, the kind of fear that settled in my bones, the one that kept me on the edge, the one that made me scared about the unknown. Nigel hated me and I could feel my death’s day getting closer with every passing second. However, the question was when? I have spent thirty days in this basement… I had even lost count. The fear of death terrified me to my bones. It wasn’t a pleasant feeling that I wanted to experience yet. Sometimes, thoughts about how to make Nigel forgive me would cross my mind. Thoughts about apologizing to him, owning up to my mistakes, and pleading for my life. But my ego…No. I would rather fall from a cliff on my own than apologize for somethi
Thorne’s P.O.VMy heart almost leaped into my throat because all of a sudden, an arrow came flying out of nowhere, whizzing past my ears until it embedded itself on the wall across from me. For a second, I was shocked, trying to process what had just happened and in the next second, I was now standing before the wall. My muscles tensed and for some reason I couldn't place, fear didn't grip but instead, my eyes were piqued with curiosity because why was an envelope attached to the arrow?Confusion swamped my mind. Who was still doing this in this century?I reached for the arrow, pulling it out with so much strength. Tossing the arrow to the ground, my brows furrowed in confusion as I stared at the name boldly written on the envelope. Freya. “Freya?” I mumbled to myself, wondering why something like this would be passed across to Freya in this manner. Could it be Enzo?Was he scheming again? I tore the envelope open, yanking out the letter that had a hole in the middle. My eyes bre
Celeste’s P.O.V“Salmon” My voice was barely above a whisper and I slowed down the way I scraped the walls with my fingers when the realization of what was about to happen dawned on me. Salmon.My greatest nightmare. Now, he was about to test me with it? Shit. My heart turned cold in my chest and fear gnawed at me as I swallowed the heavy lump that formed in my throat. Different thoughts plagued my mind concerning what to do and how to go about it. There was no way out. If I ate Salmon, I was going to die. The last time that I ate it was years back and that time, the doctors had said that it was a miracle that I didn't lose my life. However, he had given me this warning that if I ate it again, then the obvious would be inevitable.If I ate the fish, Nigel would believe that I have a mental illness but at what cost? Eating it would lead to my death and not eating it would lead to the same as well. “That cunning bastard” I muttered through gritted teeth, my fingers curling into fi
FreyaI laughed. Not because she was funny or anything. It was because of how absurd she sounded. Maybe it was because she was getting old. Perhaps, dementia?I tried to change the topic. “We should go back inside. Nigel would be searching for me and I promise you that I would be back to drop flowers just before…”She cut in, staring at the grave. “You do know that your father, the Lycan King, real name is Rory right?”I shook my head. “No, please let’s go inside”“Rory and Myles were friends, not best friends though. Things were going well between the two young friends until they fell in love with the same woman. However, Rory liked her first but Myles was quick to confess his feelings to her, and the beautiful thing, they were both mates”My brows knitted together in confusion and it made me wonder what she was talking about. She hated watching movies so could chances be that she was narrating a movie to me. “Is this what you do every year? Telling her about movie plots and stuf
Freya’s P.O.VAnger crawled up my spine and I stared at Ariel with eyes devoid of any emotion. Just the sight of her opened up memories—the horrible ones, the tainted ones, and most importantly, the traumatic ones. “You are supposed to be in the dungeon?”She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and stepped forward, almost closing the space between us. Ariel clicked her tongue in her mouth. “Are you slow? Are you even supposed to be here? I don't like you or anything but do you honestly think that my dad has good plans for you?”She tilted her head to the side. “You are still gullible…” She heaved a sigh and took a step back. “I wasn't locked in any dungeon of any sort. I have been living a good life and…” She stretched her fingers towards me. My gaze landed on the shimmering diamond stone around her fingers. “I just got engaged two days ago. Since you have decided to leave your family and return to this hell-hole, maybe you deserve everything about to happen to you”“Anyway
Thorne’s P.O.VMy heart raced and with every passing second, the only sound that could be heard was that of my blood thrumming in my ears. Panic bled through my veins and I glanced over at Reginald with so much rage burning inside of me. I had nine minutes left. Nine minutes to save everyone’s life and the school was just an hour away. Fuck!I ran a hand through my hair frustratedly, and maybe it was because of the fear that gnawed at me or something else, but I couldn’t think. I knew that I needed to save the quadruplets and all the other kids at school but no solution crossed my mind. I stumbled back, my trembling fingers curling around my clothes. “Since today is the 9th of March, shouldn’t you be coming up with a solution and…” Before he could complete his words, I reached for the iron rod against the wall and swung it at him. It hit him directly on the head and he passed out. I needed to come up with a solution.My gaze landed on my wristwatch. It was now 12:53 pm. I had ju
Freya’s P.O.VVleyr and his two sons were captured just before the end of the festival, and it turned out that Julie’s siblings were never even adopted in the first place like she had thought. Instead, they had been sold to slavery from the very beginning. It was just despicable that he could do that to her. She had returned to New York and Thorne was doing everything in his power to ensure that he got her siblings out of slavery. But that wasn’t the issue right now, the issue was why Nigel kept mentioning my name in the plan that he had just shared with Thorne. Confusion swirled in my mind and I darted my eyes to Thorne, who gave me a nod of approval. What was that supposed to mean?I shook my head, running my hands through my hair, frustratedly. “No, this doesn’t make any sense. Why do I have to face my father? Why do I have to go with Nigel?” A small smile played on Nigel’s mouth. “No harm would come upon you…”Thorne cut in. “Since Enzo and I are going into the meeting in dis
Thorne’s P.O.VI honestly never believed that Nigel was going to honor my invitation because things turned out chaotic the last time we met. Before I could apologize for the accusations and sympathize with him for all the things that he went through because of Celeste, things had taken a dark turn. And here he was with a smile on his face. He came with gifts and introduced me to his daughter who was just a split image of himself and despite everything, things still felt awkward between us. Maybe it was my guilt or was it because I genuinely felt bad for him?As I downed my wine, I forced out a smile that didn’t reach my eyes, searching around for Freya. Where was she? She was by my side a few minutes ago, so how did she just disappear?Nigel’s voice broke the awkward silence that stretched between us as I fixed my eyes on him. “The Lycan King and his allies will be meeting in the next two days according to the information that I got. However, there are rumors that they are planning
Thorne’s P.O.V** The Light Festival **Moon-shaped lanterns hung from the trees while golden lights made in honor of the moon goddess floated through the sky. For a long time in a while, there was this sense of fulfillment that washed through me because it was the first time in many years that the festival would be celebrated. And most importantly, seeing Freya excited made me happy. Because she had lived hidden all her life, she had never experienced something like this. My eyes were fixed on Freya whose gaze mirrored the reflection of the lights.“This is so beautiful” Tears filled her eyes as she glanced at me and her face broke into a smile. She placed a hand on her chest, talking about how she couldn't contain her joy and while she did that, I reached for her hands and slipped the bracelet onto her wrists. It was a diamond bracelet. She paused, darting her eyes between the bracelet and my face. “Again?”I nodded and before I could wrap my head around things, she threw her ha
Freya’s P.O.VIt had been two weeks since Enzo recovered, and one would think that Thorne would be softer toward him since he was beating himself up for almost causing his death. But, the case was otherwise.As soon as he was discharged from the hospital, Thorne placed him under house arrest. He wasn't allowed to leave the house and no one was allowed to meet him unless it was necessary. The house arrest was to last for six months. Initially, it was set to last for four months, but Sadie’s tantrums and constant threats to Thorne made him add two more months. Since then, Thorne and Enzo hadn't spoken. And worse, it was difficult to know what was going through his mind and why he wasn't speaking to his brother when he was the one who didn't want him dead. Was he staying away from him because he was scared that Raze could take over and end Enzo’s life for good this time?The maid’s voice broke my train of thought as she wheeled in a rack of dresses. The clothes were all neon-colored,
Freya’s P.O.VI was having a conversation with Nigel, apologizing for what had happened since Thorne left my side abruptly, claiming that he wanted to check on something. My instinct had nudged me to follow him but I didn't and just before Nigel could leave, an ambulance was driven in and Thorne emerged from the path that led to the dungeon. He had carried a severely wounded Enzo on his back and that scene was terrifying. While I had placed a hand on Enzo’s stomach that looked like sharp claws had been sunk into, all the wound did was close but he wasn't opening his eyes. And for the past eight hours that he was rushed into the hospital, he still hasn't regained consciousness. Thorne sat alone, staring at his blood-filled hands in horror. That was all he had been doing except asking the werewolf doctor if his brother had regained consciousness. What the hell happened in the dungeon? What did Thorne do? The doctor had claimed that Enzo was in a critical condition and this was mor
Thorne’s P.O.V How long had I been standing? Probably since he dropped the blow, admitting to working with Reginald because he was being blackmailed by him. I had figured out that he was going to come into the torture room and that was the reason that I made sure the whole place was taped. When my eyes clashed with his face, my heart sank to the hollow of my stomach, and never in my wildest imagination have I ever imagined a day like this. A day when my brother was going to hide something as big as blackmail just because he thought that I was going to kill him for being an Anori. How does that even make any sense? I had known about his secret since we were younger. I had followed him then since he always made constant visits to the human world. When I found out the truth about him, I was determined to keep his secret to the end. To the fucking end. And now, this. My fingers turned into sharp long laws as they squeezed into folds, the claws piercing deeper into my palm as a