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
Freya's P.O.V "I'm sorry about Cameron," Sarah whispered to me as we walked ahead of the boys with our coffee cups in hand. "I know he can be dense sometimes, but his intensions aren't bad…most of the times." "It's not about intensions, Sarah," I shook my head. "It's about what he said. Words hold more power than gun and knives, at least sometimes they do. And Cameron just went very personal with his words." "I know, and I won't make any excuses for him either." Sarah held onto my hand as we continued walking. "Just know that if you want to talk to someone, I'm always here." "I know." I smiled up at her thankfully. Sarah had pulled me and Cameron out of our rooms this morning, to join her and Darcia on a double date. I had told her it wasn't necessary since Darcia had driven all the way here on a weekend to spend quality time with her, but Sarah had 'insisted', which basically meant that
Lilac's P.O.V It's been a long ride and a very eventful one at that and anytime I think about what Krimson and I have been through, I'm just grateful we had the strength to go through everything we went through and we were able to come out of it even stronger than how we were before. As the sun cast its warm, golden rays across the university campus, I found myself sitting on a bench, the weight of decisions pressing against my chest. The soft whispers of the leaves rustling in the gentle breeze mirrored the conflicted thoughts swirling in my mind. Krimson, my mate, had offered a future tied to our pack, an enticing prospect for many, but not for me. I gazed at the sprawling grounds, feeling a tug in my heart that wasn't just about academic pursuits. The university held promises beyond the textbooks and lectures. It offered freedom—freedom to carve my own identity, to explore knowledge that extended far beyond the boundaries of our pack's traditions. I yearned to brea
Krimson's P.O.V I woke up to the pale light filtering through the hospital room, the faint beeping of monitors sounding in the background. My vision was hazy at first, the events leading up to this moment a jumbled mess in my mind. As I blinked and slowly tried to focus, the first thing that became clear was Lilac's form, peacefully asleep in a chair next to my bed. Relief washed over me as memories flooded back, fragments piecing together into a coherent narrative. "Lilac," I whispered softly, my voice hoarse from disuse. She stirred slightly, a faint flutter of eyelashes against her cheeks, but she remained deep in slumber. The sight of her there, unwavering by my side, despite everything that had transpired, filled me with an inexplicable warmth. I couldn't help but recall the chaos of that night—the confrontation, the whirlwind of emotions, and then the blankness as consciousness slipped away from me. But here I was, waking up to her steadfast presence. It m
Lilac's P.O.V I watched Silver hurl accusations at me, adding to my guilt. I wanted to explain, to make her understand that it wasn't intentional, that the circumstances had shifted beyond my control. But words seemed to desert me in that moment as I grappled with the weight of her accusation. However, Krimson's voice echoed in the room then, commanding even though weak. "Silver, it's not Lilac's fault," he said firmly, his voice carrying the weight of authority. "I made the decision. I took action to protect." Silver's gaze snapped toward Krimson, her eyes filled with disbelief. "What are you saying, Krimson? You hated her, didn't you? Then why would you risk your life to save her?" Krimson shook his head solemnly. "No, Silver. I never hated Lilac, it was our circumstances that I hated. It felt like the Goddess had played a cruel joke on me. But I couldn't run away from a bond fated by the goddess herself, Silver. I had caused Lilac enough pain as it is…I
Lilac's P.O.V I nodded, my mind racing with the urgency of the situation. I moved towards Silver, hoping against hope that all of this worked. "Silver…" I called out to her slowly, making her head snap in my direction. "Please…you need to stop all of this." But Silver's face twisted in a sinister smirk. "It's too late to stop any of this, Lilac. This ends with one of us." "It doesn't have to be that way, Silvia." I shook my head, pleading with her. From the corner of my eyes, I saw Del approaching her steadily from behind her, while I kept on engaging her in conversion. "It does, Lilac." Silver snapped at me, turning her body around so she was facing me completely. "You don't understand-" It was all Del needed, for her to turn away, so that our plan worked. Without wasting a second, he came up behind Silver and wrapped his arms around her body, holding her in place as he took her by surprise
Lilac's P.O.V For a moment, time seemed suspended, the tableau frozen in an eerie stillness. Silver hesitated, her gaze flickering between me and Krimson, the dagger held poised in the air, its lethal purpose momentarily forgotten in the face of Krimson's interruption. "Step away from her, Silver," Krimson's voice cut through the tension, unwavering and authoritative. His stance was firm, commanding obedience without question. The grip of Silver's magic lessened, the pressure easing just enough for me to draw a ragged breath. My muscles protested as I struggled against the binds anew, though I didn't dare to take my eyes off Silver, her expression a maelstrom of conflicting emotions - anger, desperation, and a hint of something I couldn't quite place. "Krimson, you shouldn't be here," Silver's voice wavered, a tremor betraying the turmoil within her. Her grip on the dagger faltered, uncertainty clouding her features. "You know I couldn't stand by and
Lilac's P.O.V The air was thick with tension, a palpable energy that crackled around us like a storm waiting to break. "Silver, you're fooling yourself if you think you can wield that kind of power," I said softly, my gaze fixed on the gleaming knife in her hands. "You're not a true Silver Alpha Breeder, you never will be. You can't ever access my full potential." Silver's laughter cut through the serene air, a sound that held a hint of something darker beneath its surface. "Oh, you have no idea, do you?" Her eyes glinted with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. "You underestimate what a witch can do, what I can do. I'm part wolf, part witch. I'm a hybrid that is already stronger than both a wolf and a witch! There's nothing I cannot do, Lilac!" "You think I chose you to lead our pack because of some noble sentiment? No, Lilac." Her voice was cold, devoid of any warmth. "I chose you because I knew the stronger you became, the more that dormant p
Lilac's P.O.V My eyes brimmed with confusion and hurt as I confronted Silver in the dimly lit room I was being held captive in. "Did you…ever really consider me a friend, Silver?" my voice trembled with a mixture of fear and desperation, my heart aching with the weight of betrayal. Silver, her gaze heavy with sorrow and a haunted past, met my eyes. "I used to belong to a peaceful pack, a pack that had been my home since the day I was born," she began, her voice tinged with a raw emotion that spoke volumes of her pain. "We lived in harmony, in unity. It was everything to me." Tears welled up in Silver's eyes, reflecting the agony of memories etched deep within her soul. "Your father," she whispered, the words heavy with anguish. "He... he attacked our pack. In the dead of night, when darkness cloaked the land, he led a brutal assault." I felt my heart ache for the woman that I had once considered my biggest alley, but now, she had turned out to be my bigges
Krimson's P.O.V The night hung heavy around us as we tore through the city streets, the engine's roar mingling with the howling wind. Del and I were on a mission—racing against time to reach Silver's apartment. It was imperative that we find Lilac before anything sinister unfolded. "Alpha Krimson, step on it!" Del's voice cut through the adrenaline-charged air, urgency lacing every word. His grip tightened on the door handle as we swerved through the dimly lit alleys, the neon signs blurring into streaks of color. "I'm pushing it as hard as I can!" I shouted back, my eyes fixed on the road ahead. The weight of worry pressed on me like a leaden cloak. We had to reach Silver's place, and had to find Lilac safe and sound. Finally, screeching to a halt outside Silver's building, we leaped out of the car. Breathless and tense, we dashed up the stairs, each step echoing the pounding of our hearts. As we reached Silver's door, our hopes soared, but a hollow silence gre
Lilac's P.O.V As I slowly arose to consciousness, I found myself grappling with the weight of my heavy eyelids. My mind sluggishly pieced together the fragments of reality, pushing through a dense fog of disorientation. The air felt heavy, each inhale a laborious effort that failed to fill my lungs as it should. A peculiar lightheadedness swept over me, a disconcerting sensation akin to floating on the edge of a dream. My initial attempt to stretch my arms, to move, met an unexpected resistance. Panic flickered through my drowsy mind as the realization hit home—I was restrained. My fingertips brushed against something coarse and unyielding, confirming my fear. The sensation sent a jolt of adrenaline through my groggy state, clearing the haze momentarily. I tried to rise, only to discover the cruel truth of my predicament: bound, not just by ropes or chains, but tied firmly to what appeared to be a marble table. The cool surface pressed against my skin, a s