Cameron's P.O.V "How could this have happened?" My father slammed his fists against the wooden table, causing a dent in it. I'd never seen him have outbursts like this before, but even I was just as furious as him today, maybe even more. We had taken all precautions possible! We had set up guards! We had the Amethyst coven bloody set up magic shields to not let any other witch enter into the pack-house! Then how? How could they so easily take away Freya? How could all of our guards, the witches, and even all of us wolves become sitting ducks while Freya was abducted? "We had everything in place!" My father said now, reflect my earlier thoughts. "The security was air-tight!" "Magic cannot be stopped physically." Sanaya spoke from her seat. "The fog couldn't enter the pack-house, so they lured us out." "But I was right next to Freya!" Sarah managed to stutter out. "But I couldn't sense her at a
Freya's P.O.V Freya…Freya… Who was it? Who was calling me? The voice sounded so familiar. So close…yet so distant… Freya… A hand brushed over my forehead, jolting me awake…and I opened my eyes to my mother's face looming over me. "Mom?" I sat up quickly, startled and afraid; but there was no blood falling from her cheeks today. Her face was the same as I remembered from my childhood; beautiful and kind. And she was smiling at me. We were in our backyard, in our old house. It was before our house turned into a place of ruin. The old oak tree at the very end of our fence was still green and shady and the afternoon sun was warm on my face as a cool breeze blew through the flowering gardens that my mother used to maintain all by herself. I was still wearing the gown from the party, so I was glad that my mom could see a prettier version of me. Mom on the other hand, wore her favourite floral red and white dress that my dad had gifted
Cameron's P.O.V "We need to find a way to get Freya back!" I told the witches and my father. "There is no way that I'm letting them take away her magic so they can take her life! We have to save her!" "Son, we're all trying-" "Trying?" I snapped at my father, my Alpha, cutting him off. "All we are doing is sitting inside a room and chatting around merrily while my 'mate' is out there, god knows in what condition! Would you be 'trying' if this was mom in Freya's place?" "Cameron!" My father growled at me, the sound fierce as it echoed around the room. My wolf whined inside my head, because even though I was the future Alpha, my powers were nowhere near as dominant as his. But still I didn't back down. My mate was in danger. And I was done sitting around! "Calm down, both of you! Arguing amongst ourselves will only waste more time, especially when we have no clue where to look for Freya i
Freya's P.O.V "My coven just used me to get to you," Maggie's voice sounded lifeless. "They told me they'll extract your magic and give it to me, to make me powerful…but now my great-grandmother told me that I helped them for the greater good. That it was my duty to those who had brought me up…fed me and nourished me till I turned eighteen…and that was it…" I didn't like the way it sounded. Maggie's great-grandmother sounded like a dick, but that wasn't my concern. I didn't like the way Maggie's eyes looked so dead…as if she was exhausted inside. "She said it like it was my fault for being born into the coven…" Maggie looked up into my eyes then and my heart thrashed against my ribcage in fear. There was just something off about her expression that I couldn't pinpoint. "I was thrown out of my own coven; my own parents didn't want me anymore…all because I was the spare. But then that demon they hired to try to find you…when he failed
Freya's P.O.V The hallways seemed to stretch on forever as I walked past several wooden doors, all with their own intricate detailing. The pictures were all of the supernatural world, of wolves and witches. Women gathered around a cauldron and wolves howling at the moon. At one of walls, hung a tapestry where there was a woven picture of what I assumed was the Moon Goddess. A woman stood in front of the full moon, her white hair blowing back in the wind and her robe took up most of the picture. And at the bottom of them were wolves. They were all looking up at the Goddess in awe, whose ethereal beauty could be seen even through the painting. I knew I was distracting myself from my impending doom by focusing on thing that were probably irrelevant. Maggie and Esmeralda walked on either side of me, guiding me to where the 'ceremonial hall' was. The Chrone, the head of the coven and the twin sister to my mother's grandmother, was waiting to perform her ceremony. She
Cameron's P.O.V A bright light filled the forest, blinding us momentarily as all three of us came to a halt. 'It's her!' Sarah's urgent voice filled my head. 'I can sense her now!' 'Let's change!' I told her and we immediately scattered behind the shadows of the forest giants to change into the t-shirts and shorts that we had been carrying in our mouths. Within seconds, we were running on our feet in the direction of the light. 'Found the house!' I told Sarah as we broke out of the woods and came to a stop at the edge of a property that had a two storied house in the middle of it. The light was coming from one side of the house on the ground floor. It was probably where Freya was. "Ah!" Sarah fell to the ground, clutching the back of her head. "Sarah!" Darcia and I were both at her side instantly. "What's wrong?" "I-It's not m-me…" Sarah managed to groan out. She looked like she was in a lot of pain
Freya's P.O.V "Cameron…" I whispered as he came rushing into the room, followed by Sarah and Darcia. "Freya!" He took a step towards me, but was stopped by one of the witches who came to stand in his way. "Damnit! Move!" "She belongs to us, wolf!" The witch sneered at him. "Leave now! We don't want a war!" "Freya is my mate," Cameron growled back at the witches, his eyes turning a bright golden as his voice deepened. "You called for a war the second you took her from me." I tried to get up from the floor, but then found myself being hauled up by a grip on my hair. "Cameron!" Much to my horror, I found out that it was Maggie who had me in her grasp. "Move out of the way or she dies!" A knife was pointed to my throat a second later, but it had the opposite effect of what Maggie had wanted. Now, even her own coven was alert and angry at her. "Maggi
Freya's P.O.V The doctors were the first to check up on us as soon as we reached home. Physical injuries weren't that big of a deal because we didn't have many. What I was more worried about was my magic. I could now feel it running through my veins like a constant buzz of electricity. It now reigned free and without bounds. Sanaya and Aria had told me about it not feeling foreign to me, even though I had never felt it before. This magic was a part of me, as if it was an extended organ. The seal had indeed ingrained the powers deeper into my veins. Sanaya and Aria stayed behind to check on my magic and successfully confirmed that none of it was actually taken. The blast of light had been the result of my magic finally finding a release after eighteen years of captivity. "You'll be fine now," Aria told me with a pat on my head. "There's no scars or cuts on your scalp where the seal used to be. Now all there's left for you to do is to learn how to c