Freda’s P.O.V
His words continued to ring in my ears – the Sliver Blood Pack was the most powerful pack to ever exist. In all my years back at home, learning to become a daughter worthy of my father’s position – I have never heard of this strange Pack. And I have heard or rather read almost everything; even though reading was forbidden to female. Sitting in a single position was starting to get to me, and the silence was starting to drive me mad. My captor sat in the corner, sharpening a tool. He wasn’t paying attention to me, but I knew he was at alert by everything and anything I do. I had always been active, and sitting here, especially when a whole lots of questions needed to be answered had never been my forte. The mark burning on my tight was a clear reminder that everything happening was real, and I still have no idea who I was. I glared at the long hair from behind, every nerve sparking with irritation “What do you want from me? Do you intend to keep me here forever?” He didn’t deem it important to turn to me for a response. The arrogance – the nerve! I gritted my teeth, and the urge to scream was almost unbearable. There was so much a girl could take in a day. And worse was I had a feeling he knew more than he was letting me know. He knew whatever this curse was. “You know you can’t keep me here against my wishes. Finally he looked at me, a hint of interest sparking in his blue eyes.“I can keep you here as long as I want… until I figure out what you are.” What I am? Not who? “Stop talking about me like I’m some kind of…object. I’m a woman, not a ‘thing’.” His response was a low humming sound, and he muttered something incomprehensible. I wished my hand were free, so I could at least assault him. “Will you at least remove this rope from my hand?” His mouth opened to reply, but the sudden sound of footsteps outside made him freeze. He didn’t stand up from where he was, but he remained quiet until the footstep left. I frowned. Was I still wanted by my people? They don’t seem to be retreating from their search for me. I twisted my hand in the rope, if I don’t make it further from here, they would catch onto me in no time. And the rest… I shook my head not wanting to think about it. After a tense pause, he finally spoke, his voice low. “I think it’s time I left here.” I nodded. Finally, there was something we could agree on. I lifted my leg pointedly. “Then you can release me.” He did. He cut the rope off my leg, but left the one on my hand. It was as if he needed something to restrain me. I rolled my eyes at him. Soon, he packed some things into a small bag, and we started the journey I never planned on – him leading, and pulling me along like I was his pet. “Who are you?” I asked in return. He shook his head, “Are you more interested in who I am than who you are?" I have heard enough of that, “I know who I am. I’m Freda.” He nodded. Then suddenly, he lifted his right hand up signifying for me to stop. The forest around us fell silent as we listened, and within seconds, two rogues emerged from the trees, blocking our path. Instinctively, I moved behind my captor. Better the devil I knew than the devil I don’t know. His stance was like that of a fighter and even though he might not mean it, he ended up covering me with his body. One of the rogue sniffed the air, his eyes gleaming as he peered past him. “Female…” his voice was low and scratchy, sending a shiver down my spine. My captor nodded, “I think its better you leave or…” “or what?” he laughed. He casted a mocking glance at his companion. “You think we haven’t heard about you, Alpha Craig? You couldn’t even protect yourself from your pack member. What gave you the sense that you can protect that female behind you?” A low growled sounded in front of me, and I felt a chill run down my spine. Alpha He was an alpha. My eyes moved up towards his hand and I could see the nails digging into his flesh. Craig didn’t bother with a response. It seemed like he wasn’t the chatty type. He had mostly ignored most of my questions, too. Before they could make any other move, he was upon them in a flash. The fight happened in a blur, a flash of claws and movement so quick that I could barely follow it. One rogue stumbled back, clutching a bleeding leg, while the other fled into the forest without a second glance. I blinked, trying to make sense of what I’d just seen. Craig turned to me back, his gaze intense. “You’re dangerous to me.” He murmured Dangerous? To him? The words confused me and I have a feeling that asking him won’t get me the response I deserved. I was more interested in his next move, “Does that mean you will let me go?” He sneered, “Not on your life. I need to confirm something, and I can only do that with you.” I wished he would say more than that, but he was done speaking. We continued our journey without encountering anymore danger, and somehow I felt at ease that I was getting further away from Sliver pack group, but what exactly was I going into? I had no idea. What did he mean when he said he needed to confirm something, and he needed me there to be able to confirm it? He seemed tireless, strong, and focused… until he suddenly stumbled and collapsed to the ground, breath ragged. Alarmed, I knelt beside him, spotting blood dripping from a wound on his arm. This was my only chance at escaping. But looking at the woods, I realized I have no idea where I was or where we were going to. And leaving him to bleed to death here wasn’t an option. Yet, there was a limit to what I could do with tied hands. Frantically, I searched around for something to cut the rope, while Craig groaned while holding his hand. My eyes roamed the wood until it fell on a big rock. Instantly, I moved towards it. I rubbed my tied hand against the rock praying it cut soon unless that block head would bleed to death over there. I continued rubbing it and the moment the rope snapped; I breathed out in relief. My hand felt free. I messaged my palms, rubbing the parts that had been bind by ropes for a long time. It wasn’t until I heard another groan from Craig before I turned towards him back. I ran towards him and pressed my hand upon his wound, feeling warmth and pressure beneath my palms. He gasped, pain flashing across his face, but when I pulled my hand away, the wound was gone. Healed. We both stared at his hand in shock, neither of us saying a word.The silence in woods was broken only by the rustle of leaves and our steady breath. I stared at my hands, unable to believe what had just happened. Nothing like this had ever happened to me before. I didn’t have the power to heal. In fact, healers were rare these days, a gift every pack desperately wanted to claim. If my pack had known I was a healer, they wouldn’t have sent me away. My thought drifted to the numerous of things I could have done to help my pack if they hadn’t discarded me like some disease because of a strange mark. “I see you’re finally exhibiting some of their traits,” he said, snapping me out of my thoughts. My eyes snapped to the man before me. He flexed his fingers as if he hadn’t encountered any wound there, and I frowned at the confidence in his voice. I had no idea what was wrong with me, but he seemed to be aware of whatever this was. What does he mean by, ‘I see you’re finally exhibiting some of their traits’? Then by mind flashed back to the strange pa
The silence stretched on, each second feeling like an hour as the blonde guy’s gaze moved slowly, assessing me from head to toe. I had no idea what Craig meant by ‘She is the one with the mark’, but from the way the stranger was looking at me, it felt like something important – something that made me an object of scrutiny. I cast a questioning glance at Craig, but he was already moving ahead, his stride confident as he headed into the clearing. I followed, wary but determined, and the blonde guy fell in step behind me, like a shadow I couldn’t shake. My breath caught as I noticed the wolves – a mix of men and women – seated in trees and scattered across the grass, as if they belonged here, even in this desolate place. They looked so casually at home for someone who was in the middle of nowhere. But the moment they noticed Craig, they sprang to attention, some with surprise while others with excitement. Craig greeted them with a nod, his expression mirroring their enthusiasm. Yet wh
Did you guess it right? You did. Of course, he didn’t tell me anything. Just as he opened his mouth to speak, the forest exploded in motion. Figures emerged from the shadows – wolves wearing strange masks that covered their faces. Had they been trailing us this entire time, waiting for the right moment? Craig pushed me behind him, and the members who look relaxed few minutes ago were all at alert. Even Ava who looked so sweet and innocent now wore a strange look that made her totally opposite of the way she was. The mask men were mostly in front, leaving the back open, but they were armed with weapons, each one held with deadly familiarity. They looked like they knew exactly what they were doing. I, on the other hand, had no idea how to fight, let alone use a weapon. My wolf wasn’t out yet. All my live I had been treated like a delicate princess, and even when I had begged my parents to let me learn few defense skills, they had claimed I wouldn’t need it as they would be there to
My leg throbbed from walking too much, and it seemed every ounce of energy had been seeped right out of me. From the moment I was done healing most of the injured members, all I wanted to do was rest. But Craig had announced that staying there was dangerous, claiming those masked men might still be nearby and decide to attack us unaware again. Thankfully, I was leaning on Ava. She had been a real support system throughout this ordeal. I still had no idea where we were going to, but Craig and Greg seemed to know, as they led the group while the others followed at an alert pace. “Do you have any idea where we’re going?” I asked Ava. Ava didn’t spare me a glance as she shook her head, but the way her eyes were glued to Craig’s back made me pause. I had an idea - it was one of those things she wasn’t allowed to say. It made me wonder what their whole deal was all about. Apart from being curious about our destination, I was also curious about what she had said about their uncle. Messe
Freda’s P.o.v (Training) I was never the type to wake early, as I hardly had anything on my schedule. The forest stretched before me, the scent of damp earth mingling with the crisp morning air. Wolves slept soundly in their tents, their soft breaths blending with the faint rustling of leaves, I had chosen to sleep next to Ava, as she was the only sane one among the crew – at least. I shook her slightly, and immediately, her eyes snapped open. I guess another of their traits was they don’t sleep deeply. “What?”she asked, hand already on her hip. I’d noticed earlier that she kept a small knife hidden there. Instead of replying, I pressed a finger to my lips and gestured for her to follow me. Her lips quirked into a smirk, amusement flickering in her eyes as she silently rose. I led us far enough from the camp to avoid waking the others “I need you to teach me how to fight,” I whispered. At first, she had laughed when I’d asked her earlier, thinking I was joking. But waking her up
I blinked at him, expecting him to say it was a joke or something, so we could laugh it off and join the others. But he only stared at me, as if he was actually expecting a response from me. I frowned at him, “You were serious.”He frowned back, “I don’t joke with serious issues.” He picked up a stray twig that had tangled with his boot. “It seems you need to think about it. We don’t have all day. The others are waiting, and time waits for no one.”He didn’t wait for me to reply before he taking off. I immediately moved behind him. I wasn’t familiar with the woods yet, and the last thing I wanted was to get lost. As we walked back to the others, a question tugged at my mind, and I couldn’t help but ask. “Why do you need me?”He paused, his gaze flickering to where my mark was, making me conscious of the mark that had turned my world upside down. I tugged at my dress, now dirty and drenched in sweat. If I were at home, I’d want nothing more than to change out of this dress, but , I wi
Orlis was a land filled with peace and joy, and to maintain this harmony between the three major and several minor packs in the land; the most powerful pack would assume leadership of the general pack. It was no secret that no other pack’s power could match that of the Sliver Blood Pack. They possessed the rarest gifts - healing, massive strength and other abilities that the weaker packs envied. It didn’t help that the Sliver Blood Pack also acted as judge whenever there was dispute between packs. They were simply the superior force in Orlis. And that was the beginning of their problem.The other two major packs no longer wished to live under the Sliver Blood Pack’s rule. They wanted recognition, power, and autonomy. So, they conspired to overthrow them.Aside from the wolves, witches were the most powerful supernatural beings in Orlis. The conspiring packs knew they couldn’t attack the Sliver Blood pack physically – their unmatched healing abilities would render any assault futile.
Freda’s P.O.VI woke when I felt a strange object on my neck. Craig had announced that everyone should take a break. We had been on the road for three days without an attack. It had been smooth, and I was starting to learn a lot about the strange Sliver Blood Pack. Yet, I found it hard to believe that a pack rumored to be so powerful could go extinct just like that. But according to Ava, there were no traces that any wolf survived. After hearing those stories, I lay on the floor for hours without sleeping. If the Sliver Blood pack had truly vanished, then how did my mark come to be? And how did I end up with my family? The more I unraveled things about myself, the more there was to uncover.I was certain most of the wolves had slept before I finally drifted off. So, it was very strange when I felt cold metal pressing against my neck.My eyes snapped open. My first thought was that the pack was pack was under attack. But, when my vision cleared, I saw Sharon. She was on one knee, a s
Freda’s P.O.VI woke when I felt a strange object on my neck. Craig had announced that everyone should take a break. We had been on the road for three days without an attack. It had been smooth, and I was starting to learn a lot about the strange Sliver Blood Pack. Yet, I found it hard to believe that a pack rumored to be so powerful could go extinct just like that. But according to Ava, there were no traces that any wolf survived. After hearing those stories, I lay on the floor for hours without sleeping. If the Sliver Blood pack had truly vanished, then how did my mark come to be? And how did I end up with my family? The more I unraveled things about myself, the more there was to uncover.I was certain most of the wolves had slept before I finally drifted off. So, it was very strange when I felt cold metal pressing against my neck.My eyes snapped open. My first thought was that the pack was pack was under attack. But, when my vision cleared, I saw Sharon. She was on one knee, a s
Orlis was a land filled with peace and joy, and to maintain this harmony between the three major and several minor packs in the land; the most powerful pack would assume leadership of the general pack. It was no secret that no other pack’s power could match that of the Sliver Blood Pack. They possessed the rarest gifts - healing, massive strength and other abilities that the weaker packs envied. It didn’t help that the Sliver Blood Pack also acted as judge whenever there was dispute between packs. They were simply the superior force in Orlis. And that was the beginning of their problem.The other two major packs no longer wished to live under the Sliver Blood Pack’s rule. They wanted recognition, power, and autonomy. So, they conspired to overthrow them.Aside from the wolves, witches were the most powerful supernatural beings in Orlis. The conspiring packs knew they couldn’t attack the Sliver Blood pack physically – their unmatched healing abilities would render any assault futile.
I blinked at him, expecting him to say it was a joke or something, so we could laugh it off and join the others. But he only stared at me, as if he was actually expecting a response from me. I frowned at him, “You were serious.”He frowned back, “I don’t joke with serious issues.” He picked up a stray twig that had tangled with his boot. “It seems you need to think about it. We don’t have all day. The others are waiting, and time waits for no one.”He didn’t wait for me to reply before he taking off. I immediately moved behind him. I wasn’t familiar with the woods yet, and the last thing I wanted was to get lost. As we walked back to the others, a question tugged at my mind, and I couldn’t help but ask. “Why do you need me?”He paused, his gaze flickering to where my mark was, making me conscious of the mark that had turned my world upside down. I tugged at my dress, now dirty and drenched in sweat. If I were at home, I’d want nothing more than to change out of this dress, but , I wi
Freda’s P.o.v (Training) I was never the type to wake early, as I hardly had anything on my schedule. The forest stretched before me, the scent of damp earth mingling with the crisp morning air. Wolves slept soundly in their tents, their soft breaths blending with the faint rustling of leaves, I had chosen to sleep next to Ava, as she was the only sane one among the crew – at least. I shook her slightly, and immediately, her eyes snapped open. I guess another of their traits was they don’t sleep deeply. “What?”she asked, hand already on her hip. I’d noticed earlier that she kept a small knife hidden there. Instead of replying, I pressed a finger to my lips and gestured for her to follow me. Her lips quirked into a smirk, amusement flickering in her eyes as she silently rose. I led us far enough from the camp to avoid waking the others “I need you to teach me how to fight,” I whispered. At first, she had laughed when I’d asked her earlier, thinking I was joking. But waking her up
My leg throbbed from walking too much, and it seemed every ounce of energy had been seeped right out of me. From the moment I was done healing most of the injured members, all I wanted to do was rest. But Craig had announced that staying there was dangerous, claiming those masked men might still be nearby and decide to attack us unaware again. Thankfully, I was leaning on Ava. She had been a real support system throughout this ordeal. I still had no idea where we were going to, but Craig and Greg seemed to know, as they led the group while the others followed at an alert pace. “Do you have any idea where we’re going?” I asked Ava. Ava didn’t spare me a glance as she shook her head, but the way her eyes were glued to Craig’s back made me pause. I had an idea - it was one of those things she wasn’t allowed to say. It made me wonder what their whole deal was all about. Apart from being curious about our destination, I was also curious about what she had said about their uncle. Messe
Did you guess it right? You did. Of course, he didn’t tell me anything. Just as he opened his mouth to speak, the forest exploded in motion. Figures emerged from the shadows – wolves wearing strange masks that covered their faces. Had they been trailing us this entire time, waiting for the right moment? Craig pushed me behind him, and the members who look relaxed few minutes ago were all at alert. Even Ava who looked so sweet and innocent now wore a strange look that made her totally opposite of the way she was. The mask men were mostly in front, leaving the back open, but they were armed with weapons, each one held with deadly familiarity. They looked like they knew exactly what they were doing. I, on the other hand, had no idea how to fight, let alone use a weapon. My wolf wasn’t out yet. All my live I had been treated like a delicate princess, and even when I had begged my parents to let me learn few defense skills, they had claimed I wouldn’t need it as they would be there to
The silence stretched on, each second feeling like an hour as the blonde guy’s gaze moved slowly, assessing me from head to toe. I had no idea what Craig meant by ‘She is the one with the mark’, but from the way the stranger was looking at me, it felt like something important – something that made me an object of scrutiny. I cast a questioning glance at Craig, but he was already moving ahead, his stride confident as he headed into the clearing. I followed, wary but determined, and the blonde guy fell in step behind me, like a shadow I couldn’t shake. My breath caught as I noticed the wolves – a mix of men and women – seated in trees and scattered across the grass, as if they belonged here, even in this desolate place. They looked so casually at home for someone who was in the middle of nowhere. But the moment they noticed Craig, they sprang to attention, some with surprise while others with excitement. Craig greeted them with a nod, his expression mirroring their enthusiasm. Yet wh
The silence in woods was broken only by the rustle of leaves and our steady breath. I stared at my hands, unable to believe what had just happened. Nothing like this had ever happened to me before. I didn’t have the power to heal. In fact, healers were rare these days, a gift every pack desperately wanted to claim. If my pack had known I was a healer, they wouldn’t have sent me away. My thought drifted to the numerous of things I could have done to help my pack if they hadn’t discarded me like some disease because of a strange mark. “I see you’re finally exhibiting some of their traits,” he said, snapping me out of my thoughts. My eyes snapped to the man before me. He flexed his fingers as if he hadn’t encountered any wound there, and I frowned at the confidence in his voice. I had no idea what was wrong with me, but he seemed to be aware of whatever this was. What does he mean by, ‘I see you’re finally exhibiting some of their traits’? Then by mind flashed back to the strange pa
Freda’s P.O.V His words continued to ring in my ears – the Sliver Blood Pack was the most powerful pack to ever exist. In all my years back at home, learning to become a daughter worthy of my father’s position – I have never heard of this strange Pack. And I have heard or rather read almost everything; even though reading was forbidden to female. Sitting in a single position was starting to get to me, and the silence was starting to drive me mad. My captor sat in the corner, sharpening a tool. He wasn’t paying attention to me, but I knew he was at alert by everything and anything I do. I had always been active, and sitting here, especially when a whole lots of questions needed to be answered had never been my forte. The mark burning on my tight was a clear reminder that everything happening was real, and I still have no idea who I was. I glared at the long hair from behind, every nerve sparking with irritation “What do you want from me? Do you intend to keep me here forever?”