Freya's P.O.V It was around eleven at night when I came out of the pack house, after putting Julian to sleep, and found Cameron doing laps in the pool. I hadn't seen him all day after he broke the news of my dad to me and since then, I had been consoling Julian. More like he was consoling me. Because Julian never really formed a bond with my father the way I did and part of me was glad about it. But a part of me was also upset that he never got to know who our father really was, before his addictions took a hold of him. Now, I went and sat at the edge of the pool, dipping my feet into the cool water as I waited for Cameron to return from the other end. It didn't take him long as he swam back to my side of the pool within seconds of sensing me. "Why aren't you in bed yet?" Was the first thing he asked as he came out of the water and wiped a hand down his face. "I could ask you the same thing." I countered, reaching forward to move his ha
Freya's P.O.V A week after the whole kidnapping incident and finding out that I was somehow magically connected to Sarah…Cameron showed up to my room with a bile of books and notebooks and placed them on my bedside table. "What's all this?" I asked in dread, my eyes wide in horror. "Please don't tell me this is…" "Your homework," Cameron raised his eyebrows at me. "Yes, it is. And you have to catch up on your studies from now on. No excuses. You're going to get back on track and I'll help you with it." "Isn't my boyfriend supposed to get me flowers? Not depression?" I asked him oh-so-innocently. "Don't get cheeky with me, Missy." Cameron lowered himself to my level so we were face to face. "Remember what we talked about? You complete school, go to college and then we work together? You, of course, have the choice of choosing a different career, but lazing around isn't an option anymore."
Freya's P.O.V "No!" "Yes! "NO!" "YES!" "NOOOOO…." "Shut up bitch and get inside!" Sarah pulled me into the store with a vice grip on my arm and I tried to reach for Cameron…who happily waved me goodbye and drove off with a whispered, 'I love you'. "I don't!" I shouted back, just before I was pulled inside. "Traitor!" "Cameron knows better than to mess with me." Sarah shrugged, flipping her blonde hair behind her shoulders as she took off her shades. "Come on now, we have dresses to find. And if you don't help me, God help your soul!" I watched Sarah with my jaw literally on the ground. What the fuck? "Who are you and what have you done to my friend?" "Oh, don't be overdramatic!" She rolled her eyes. "Overdramatic?" I screeched. "I was the one who just got dragged into a dress store for God's s
Freya's P.O.V I must have appeared visibly shaken when we arrived at the café Downtown, because the second Cameron saw me, he was on his feet and rushing over to my side the next instant. "What's wrong?" He looked from me to Sarah as he wrapped an arm around me. "What happened? Freya?" "I think we should take a seat first." Sarah motioned for the rest of the group to move to the very back of the restaurant, where no one would be able to overhear our conversation. "Let's go." Cameron held on to me tightly as he led me to the back as Alex and Darcia followed suit and moved seats for us, taking their drinks with them. Once we were seated, Cameron took the seat beside me and began to inspect any exposed part of my skin for injuries. "Are you hurt anywhere? Did someone say something to you? Freya? Please, tell me what's wrong?" There was desperation in his voice that made me snap my attention to him. Yes,
Freya's P.O.V "This way." Darcia led us into a fairly new apartment building Downtown. It was four stories tall and had plenty of bougainvillea plants hanging off of the residents balconies. To be honest, it was an incredibly beautiful view. To think that a witch would live here…? And to think that Cameron and the others were considering that I might be a witch? What was a witch anyways? From what I'd read in fairy tales and children's books, witches were evil fairies that pretty much did all sorts of evil deeds…was I supposed to do something like that? Cameron tightened his hand on mine, as if he understood what was going through my mind. When I looked up at him, he gave me a reassuring smile. It helped take some of my worries away. We stopped on the second floor and Darcia knocked on the third door to the right. It had an ornate dream-catcher right at the entrance, made with beads and crystals rather than feathers. A girl opened the door
Freya's P.O.V I opened my eyes groggily. Every part of my body was aching but my head hurt the most. It felt like I something had exploded inside my brain. I brought my arms up to my face weakly, to touch the corner of my eyes. They were wet. Was I crying from the pain? Had to be, because it hurt like motherfucking hell! A groan sounded from somewhere near me and I knew almost instantly who it was. "Sarah…?" I whispered; my voice hoarse and almost inaudible. "Sarah?" "Freya?" She groaned. "Wh-what happened?" "I-I d-don't…" I sat up with great difficulty, but the scene around me had me freezing in place. Cameron, Darcia and Maggie were all unconscious and on the floor around us, while Sarah lay a few feet away, struggling to get up as well. The room was all messed up and the table had been overturned. It was like a tornado had hit the room while we were out could. What on earth…? "Oh m
Freya's P.O.V I placed my hands on the glass wall that separated the ICU from the monitoring station. My father was hooked on to several machines that were now the only things keeping him alive. The demon had seriously injured my father that day and the only reason he survived had been because of Cameron and his family. But now that I knew the truth, I kept on wondering…had he really survived? Or had he left me and Julian a long time ago? Because if what Maggie said was correct, then my father had died the same day my mother had. And now, the only person who could have given me any ounce of information about my mother…was close to death himself. 'You are a murderer! You took my wife away from me! You murderer! You're the reason she's gone! You witch!' His voice rang out loud and clear inside my head. But now, I knew there might be a grain of truth to it. Was it really me? Did my mother really die because of me? What exactly happened in the past that everyt
Freya's P.O.V "Big sis…did you have a fight with Cameron?" I stopped working on my homework to peek down at Julian, who was lying on the bed beside me, having just finished his meal with the younger members of the pack. "Why do you think so?" I asked with a frown, setting aside my books so I could talk to him more freely. "You look angry." Julian stated straight away. "And you're only angry or sad when you fight with Cameron." "Its fine kiddo," I shook my head, trying my best to give him a smile. "Cameron and I will sort out our differences soon." "Why did you fight?" He looked at me in confusion. "You two are good friends, right?" "Right…we are…" I struggled to find a way to explain the situation to a five year old. "We just…said some bad things to each other. You don't need to worry about it. Come on, it's your bed time anyway." "Big