Chapter six

The Unseen Path

FREYA'S POV

My heart raced as I sprinted through the school halls, the pounding of my footsteps echoing in my ears. Fear gripped me tightly, not just for myself, but for the knowledge that something was terribly wrong. The prophecy had never been clearer in my mind, the words of that old woman ringing with unsettling clarity: The child of both will be the death of us all. The thought sent chills through me, gnawing at my instincts, urging me to run, to escape whatever fate had set in motion.

The eyes of the students followed me, whispers trailing in my wake, but I didn’t care. I couldn’t. My pulse raced as I spotted the front door—freedom within my grasp. But then, as if orchestrated by fate itself, the world slowed. I crashed into someone—hard.

"Watch where you’re going," came a low growl, followed by a sharp gasp.

I looked up to meet his eyes—Rhegar. His dark features twisted in irritation, yet beneath the mask of annoyance, I saw something else. Something dangerous.

"Apologies," I muttered, stepping back instinctively, my wolf stirring uneasily in my chest. But then the scent of something more potent flooded my senses—something darker, older.

Rhegar’s lips curled into a half-smile. “You're the one with the power, aren't you?" He leaned closer, his voice soft but threatening. "The one who thinks she can escape her destiny."

“Let me go,” I growled under my breath, my fingers itching to shift, to show him exactly what I was capable of. But a flash of movement to the side caught my attention—Jameson.

He wasn’t alone. Fiona stood beside him, her eyes flashing with a mixture of contempt and something I couldn’t place. The tension in the air thickened as the three of them circled me, a silent challenge hanging between us.

“I don’t think she’s the one you should worry about,” Fiona said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Your pathetic little attempt at fitting in with us isn’t going to work. You’ll always be beneath us.”

Her words stung, but I wasn’t about to let her win this game. “I’m not here for you, Fiona. I never was.”

Rhegar’s eyes flickered with amusement, his gaze flicking to Jameson, who stood silent, an unreadable expression on his face. There was something different about him today—distant, colder.

“You think you can just waltz in and change everything?” Rhegar’s voice cut through the air like a blade. "You’re a pawn in a much larger game. You should’ve stayed where you belonged."

I could feel the blood rush to my face. “Maybe I’m not the one who needs to be controlled.” My words were laced with defiance, though I could sense the battle brewing inside me. The prophecy’s weight settled deeper into my soul, pushing against my will. The power inside me wanted to break free, but I had no idea what it would cost.

“You really are naive, Freya,” Jameson’s voice broke the silence, his tone low and filled with something—something I couldn’t decipher. “You don’t know what you’re up against.”

Before I could respond, an explosion of energy shattered the tension in the air—a burst of power that knocked me off my feet. I gasped as I felt the familiar sensation of my wolf awakening. But it wasn’t my own doing. The surge of power emanated from the doorway, where a new figure stood.

“Enough!” The voice was commanding, rich with authority and malice.

I blinked, struggling to adjust my vision, and there he was—Viktor.

He had arrived.

His presence was undeniable, a suffocating aura of power radiating from him like a storm. The vampires in the room stiffened, their faces pale as they registered his arrival. His gaze locked onto me, his lips curling into a smirk. "Seems like we have a little mess here, Freya," Viktor said, his voice dripping with malice.

Rhegar’s posture shifted immediately, his arrogance waning under Viktor’s gaze. Jameson and Fiona exchanged a look, but neither dared to speak.

“Viktor,” I whispered, the recognition of his dark power stirring something deep within me. Fear, resentment—anger. So much anger. I don't know how I know who he was but I was sure scared of him.

“Let me guess,” Viktor said, stepping closer, “you’re not ready to face the truth. You’re still hiding from what you truly are. You don’t know the half of it, do you?”

“I know enough,” I snapped, my wolf growling beneath my skin. “And I know you’re playing a game with my life.”

Viktor’s smirk deepened. “Not my game, Freya. Theirs.” He motioned toward the others—the F4. “I just want to make sure you understand what’s at stake.”

“And what’s that?” I demanded, despite the nerves threatening to overwhelm me.

“The prophecy.” Viktor’s eyes gleamed with wicked intent. “It’s not just your parents who are in danger, Freya. It’s everything. " Thier death is only the beginning. You can turn a blind eyes and let them die while you do nothing."

The words hit me like a slap. My legs weakened, but I held my ground. “What do you want from me?”

“Everything,” Viktor said coldly, his gaze never leaving mine. “You were never meant to be free, Freya. You were born to be a weapon—a tool for something much bigger than yourself.”

I felt a surge of anger flood my chest. “I am not a weapon.”

“Prove it,” Viktor said, his voice a command that left no room for doubt. “Come to me, Freya. Join me, and I’ll show you the truth. I’ll teach you what your parents never could. What they tried to hide.”

I wanted to scream. To fight. But Viktor’s offer lingered in the air, a temptation I couldn’t shake. The power inside me fought for control, desperate to escape. I wasn’t sure who I was anymore, who to trust or what path to take.

My mind went back to the foretold prophecy. I had no time to banter words with Viktor. All I know was that I need to get to my parents and fast.

Getting up from the floor, I raced out of the school.