FREYA'S POV:I stare up at nothing in particular, my eyes focused, though they are pointed to the ceiling and… my mind elsewhere.Again, I cannot tell him much time has passed without a clock or a window to gauge the time, or days that flows. I’ve been here for longer, but Lucas hasn’t bothered to drop by since the last distasteful exchange between us.His part was the distasteful part, ofcourse, and he was lucky I wasn’t so pissed to toss his ‘pity meal’ in his face… My part was justifiable. I was the one kidnapped, and his constant bickering about just how good my sacrifice is for the betterment of the pack's future sucks everytime.Fuck the pack and it's future, they never cared about mine.And now, he hadn’t returned since, probably his own form of acting out or throwing a fit because I couldn’t be brainwashed by him.With his absence came the stale watery oat meal served only twice daily as food, and that only left me feeling more sick than ever. The cooks weren’t trying to i
FREYA'S POV: I wait just after the emptied bowl for the most recent meal is taken away. Immediately after the guard on duty leaves the room and shuts the door behind him and it buzzes, clicking shut.I wait a few more seconds before I pull out the fork under my sheet.At some point, I figured out they gave utensils randomly. You could be given a spoon or fork with your oat porridge, irrespective of if it got the job done or not.I had waited patiently till I had gotten a fork with sturdy edges and for all my bruises to heal to a considerable amount, where they don’t hurt much — all to execute my plan.Once I’m sure he’s gone, I quickly begin putting things into action.First off, pushing my bed frame till it’s just under the vent, high up on the wall.I stop where I need to, grabbing the chair and settling it on the bed. I had to do this all before the guard returns, and hears suspicious movementOnce I’m sure that it's somewhat carefully balanced, I begin climbing to freedom. At th
SILAS' POV:“This is the last report we had on Elena’s movement. There’s been nothing suspicious so far, Silas.” Adam says, handing over a folder to me.I take it with urgency and disbelief, going through the pages of it's content eagerly.It’s as clean as all 20 folders we’ve acquired concerning Elena at this point.There’s no other suspect capable of simply abducting Freya specifically, especially due to vendetta, other that Elena and yet, every single time we run through the number, she always comes back clean.No matter how much I hate to admit it, it's very obvious now, painfully obvious that she had nothing to do with Freya’s disappearance.Dread fills me instantly.This only means that we are back to square one.The rogues suspicion was a bust; no sign of rogue attacks, and the track prints we found days ago had been clearly fabricated, almost like someone was actively trying to put us on the wrong track and hinder our investigation.Meaning it has to be an inside job.Then, th
SILAS' POV:“Will you let me go now?” I ask, referring to the binds holding me down.The issue had been solved; my wolf had a minor episode but is clearly calm now. “Not now, Silas. We don’t know what happened, or why you reacted that way. Adam said you looked like you were in pain.” He adds.Yeah, I was in pain. It was fierce and painful unlike anything else. The feeling was so similar to the reaction a wolf would get from being stabbed with silver.The same burning sensation of hot molten metal coursing through you. Like fire melting your organs from within.My wolf going mental was another thing that didn’t correlate with the symptoms. He had never tried to force control, or won either.“The worst has passed. I’m fine, and work needs to get done.”Freya is still out there, a second wasted is a second she spends lost in a foreign place.“I’ll oversee the search, but you need to stay chained down. You won’t get anything done if you attack every single person that should be helping y
FREYA'S POV:My consciousness continues to flicker in and out of my body continuously for a while. I’m unable to stay awake long enough to think up another escape route, or even anything at all.My only companions are the vague dreams of Silas.Short and brief moments where his skin glistens softly like the moons light, and his smile appears even more beautiful than I can remember. His warm embraces and the sweet sound of his laughter.It’s a surprise I can dream up something that good even in a situation like this. I can only assume my slowly fading body is tricking my mind to ease the pain of the emerging inevitable.Once again, I’m woken from my sleep and my tired eyes lazily filters through my surroundings, dimly lit as always.I look ahead, finding the same middle aged guard fiddling with my keys, realizing the sound that had actually woken me up.I slowly sit up as he steps in.Before I can ask what’s going on, a wooden bowl of runny porridge drops in front of me. The manner in
SILAS' POV:I step into the conference slash office I’m entitled to use as my personal space as the future Alpha King.The room is mostly never in use until school breaks and in emergency situations like rogue trespassing, or in this case where there's an abducted student. We’ve put it to good use for the past weeks for Freya’s case, and since just recently, I’ve stepped down for health reasons and given Lucas rights to take over investigations.I’m not supposed to be here right now.But I cannot shake off the nerve, or rest till I know what’s going on. For some reason, Lucas has been absent for 24 hours now, even this room is empty with no one in sight, only a few documents hanging around.I walk to the table, taking a look at a few document, hoping there’s some new clue that’s popped up since I’ve been bedridden.But instead, there’s nothing…Except the strange discovery that, for some reason, Lucas is opening up the rogue case again even after I had crossed out that part as a pos
SILAS' POV: “I think the Alpha King has something to do with Freya’s disappearance.”“What?” I stare at her bewildered.No way… That’s not possible. My father was miles away, too busy engrossed with state matters, and being at the beck and call of mother 24/7. How would he have a hand in Freya’s disappearance?Why would he?Yes, he’s adamant on me going through with my duty on being mated to Elena. But he’s never involved himself in the countless flings, has never even fussed about Freya, not since… Not since the Solstice dinner.“I know it sounds unbelievable. I’m probably committing treason for even daring to suggest that.” Xena begins nervously, ranting again“Hold up, Xena. There’s no way he could.” Lucas butts in now, taking a hold of her hand and forcing her to look his way.“It’s not possible, you must be mistaken. He doesn’t have the time to waste on a simple subject.” He continues.“Lucas, shut up.” I say. He has lost every right to pitch anything. “Go on, Xena. What mak
FREYA'S POV:I’ve grown too accustomed to the burning silence, and bored from being by myself. The intense loneliness that came with my entire situation.I merely entertained myself by getting deep in thoughts, building up impossible scenarios in my head and playing them how I imagine they would play out till the end.Then, specifically thinking of Silas till the very end of the day.I have to focus on a lot of things, so I don’t lose my mind.Just as I stare absentmindedly, the bars pull open, and I turn in the direction to see none other than Lucas.He offers a warm bowl of what I assume is food with a small smile on the side. I simply nod in greeting as he steps in.Surprisingly, he moves closer to me, settling down on the hard dirty ground beside me and sighing once he’s entered a satisfactory position.“What are you doing?” I ask “Sitting next to you.” He responds again with same small smile. I don’t return it this time as well, being not obligated to and not being in the mood
FREYA’S POV:I’m floating on the softest cloud ever, hovering over everyone else down below.I don’t want it is but there’s no sense of pain or strife within me… only peace.I’m finally at peace with every conflicting thought I’ve ever had about myself and everything around me, my friends… my new family. I regret nothing, and even if I could go back in time, I’d change nothing.It as though I’ve been reborn into my new self with a new dawn and beginning staring back at me.I don’t remember what kind of dream I have when my eyes finally open from this deep slumber but it leaves a sense of complete fulfillment and happiness.Once my eyes are open, I’m staring right up at the ceiling and quickly know that’s I’m in another new environment again.I groggily seat up, groaning once the pain in my lower back hits and suddenly feeling weight on my thigh.The weight being Xena passed off on my lap.This moment reminds me of all the times she’s stuck right by my bedside every single time I pass
FREYA’S POV:Luckily for me he actually shuts up unable to come up with anything else once it’s clear that I’m not going to budge at all.I take both his hands and with enough force smash against the chains with the same stone, continuously; hard with my stored up anger with whatever messed up fate I was born with.Like I don’t even get to rest for a week, or month before something major is pulled over me.Eventually it begins to crack under the pressure and finally breaks apart giving both his arm freedom.Instead of standing up, however, he falls back against the wall groaning in much more pain and clutching at his chest.“Silas!” I reach for him pulling him up again.“Freya… you should know, they gave me another toxic dose of wolfsband before locking me up. I can barely move or get us out of here. This is your last chance to get out of here and save yourself.” He says in a strained voice breaking out in cold sweat.“No way… you’re coming with me one way or another.” I say trying ha
FREYA’S POV:No matter how hard I try to focus on it I can’t seem to connect with Silas anymore adding more to my currently panicking state.I can’t help but think the worse especially with how bad he had sounded before I wasn’t able to hear him again.He’s definitely not safe or okay… I can feel it in the pit of my gut.Something extremely vile is going on.And he expects me to just abandon it all and leave?No fucking way I’m not.I walk up ahead towards the exit seeing a few unconscious bodies in my way as I walk by before I’m just by the doors to freedom where the other three are casually waiting from me.Xena stands up abruptly moving over to me.“How was it? Were you able to link with him?” She asks expectantly and all their eyes look up to me as well, expecting some form of newsGood news.I suck in my trembling breathe before I can speak.“Elena’s gone crazy and started some kind of usurp. Silas and his parents are currently captured… and the wizard I was talking about… someho
SILAS’ POV:“Magic?” I turn to Father, staring at him in disbelief but he doesn’t bother looking my way, probably because he doesn’t believe I deserve an explanation.“Oh… you didn’t know?” Elena says, focusing on me. “This family heirloom you see here is a magic artifact that was stolen by your great grandmother from a small group of wizards and used against them to force their submission.”She explains, dangling it right in my face.“You knew this?” I ask him again but he doesn’t bother looking my way.“She took the artifact from the magic users because they were abusing the power and using it to terrorize the people. Taking it was for our protection.” He explains instead.“Liars!” Elena yells out suddenly loud but her voice is different from before.It sounds merged with a male’s deeper voice, echoing her words immediately she says them.“You took the power for yourselves and used it selfishly.” She adds as her purple eyes begin glowing.I’m caught between thinking this is just an
SILAS’ POV:“What is this about now?” He snaps once we’re alone on the balcony.It’s just weird how he hasn’t noticed it, the hint of animosity oozing out of Elena and her father, after how it seems to be that they’re closely keeping an eye on every single thing we’ve been doing since they’ve walked in.“This isn’t the time to be a bastard of a father, so just listen to me.” I snap, easily provoked.“If this is your plan to ruin years of hard work I’ve put into this agreement, I’ll have to remind you whose life is at stake.” He points out cruelly without batting an eyelash.Again, he doesn’t bother to hear a single thing I have to say, which irks me even more. How can someone be so prideful that they can’t see what’s in front of them?“How loyal do you think Crescent moon pack is to the throne?” I ask.“Of course, no one can ever be loyal enough. We have more than a handful of wolf packs looking for a chance to overthrow us and take the mantle of power for themselves, and that’s why w
SILAS’ POV:It took what feels like an extra day since Father’s visit before I’m finally let out of my cell to change into a tux, of course for the dinner that’s scheduled tonight.My full strength hasn’t returned, so I don’t bother escaping and searching for Freya. I need to wait for the perfect time, when my strength is at its peak again.Once I’m dressed in the suit, however, two metal cuffs linked together by chains and most definitely laced with silver are clasped onto both my arms, restricting my movement.“Alpha’s orders; so you don’t go wolfing out when we least expect It.” The guard explains, tossing the key into his pocket.My old man had really considered everything. Keeping me in chains during said dinner to also to show the in-laws that he has me under his thumb this time and I won’t pull any funny business again.Interesting.Once secured, I’m escorted into a limo just outside, waiting to take me back home and farther from the place he has Freya locked up.I’m skeptical
FREYA’S POV:More than a few hours, and possibly a whole day have gone by since I gained consciousness, and I still can’t feel Silas.My wolf grows even more panicked as I feel bare and stripped for some reason. It’s weird how I’ve lived without it for years but days after receiving the bond and strengthening it, it almost feels like I just can’t live without it.The silence and white walls around aren’t helping at all.“Hey guys, wanna play a game to pass time?” Lucas yells out so I can hear what he’s saying.“Really, even now, you want to be goofy?” Xena admonishes him, probably with her eyes.“What? There’s nothing else to do.” He points out and he’s not wrong at all.But it won’t be easy focusing my mind on being calm… not when Silas is missing.“How long do you think it’s going to take before King Darius holds the mating ceremony?” I ask out loud, not really expecting an answer.“He’s going to want to get things sooner, so maybe we’re looking at five days, if not sooner.” Lucas
FREYA’S POV:“Freya… Freya…”The voice that seems a distance away summons my conscious mind back into my body and my groggy eyes slowly lift open.It takes a moment for my blurry vision to take shape and I can finally make out exactly where I am again, and where the voice is coming from.First off, I realize I’m in a cell room.How do I know?Same white walls just like before, resembling an asylum… probably designed to ensure that prisoners lose their grasp on reality and lose their minds.Man, I had never thought I’d somehow find myself back here, but here I am, trapped in prison again.Only difference with this room is the very tiny window high up on the wall to the other room; the hole that the voice seeps in.Second thing I realize is just how familiar the voice is.“Freya…” It calls out again like a harsh whisper.“Xena?” I croak, still having a dry throat.“Oh my god!” Her voice goes octaves higher and suddenly sounds extremely ecstatic. “Oh my God, Freya… You’re awake!”Yes I a
SILAS’ POV:The force of cold and chilling water splashing across my face forces my consciousness to come crashing back into my body.I immediately go on defense, remembering the last thing I had witnessed while gasping for air but I’m far from where I had been the last time, my eyes were open.Instead of the wet and muddy earth of the forest and sturdy trees around, I’m kneeling in a plain room with white walls and both my arms are heavily chained away from my body.And right in front of me is my father, sitting calmly.My rage returns only in seconds as I lurch forward after him, tugging at the chains to break them, but I’m pulled back by the unbreakable metal once my strength is unable to do so much.“Laced with Silver.” He points out just how much of my efforts are being wasted with my struggling.Even with that, I continue my struggle like a rabid dog thirsty for blood for a few more minutes before the fatigue actually begins to settle in.“Don’t try to fight too much and waste y