Chapter 1

Note- The first three chapters are when FL was a kid, but these chapters are important to know the characters and their relation, from chapter 4 FL is seventeen and then spicy things will start. *wink-wink)

Ragnar's p.o.v.

The dark eyes, a pool of black and blue with a hint of red were glaring back at me from the mirror, I slapped my own cheeks with my palm, wincing as I accidentally slapped a little too harshly....but thankfully, the red was gone.

I took a sigh of relief and straighten my back, wearing that black holy cassock over my shoulder and pure white collar around my neck; a symbol of my chastity from so many years, couldn't remember the exact date though...or year in my case.

“ Father, the wolves have arrived"

I heard the voice from behind, didn't need to look back to know who that person is. I run a hand through my black hair, glancing at my face for one last time before turning around to meet the amber eyes of Joshua, the young servant boy...and my good friend, my only alive friend for that matter. He was so excited since the day he found out that Freya, a she-wolf was coming here to live with us, live with humans.

The way he was taking deep breaths, I knew he was running like a horse. How many times I had warned him not to do it…

I walked towards the table, and gave him a pointed look, “ If you keep running here like this, then one day these stairs are going to break into pieces”, I scold him, putting the documents and letter aside.

There was so much work at this time of year. Winter was coming, and after that war between humans and werewolves, I don't think there was enough food left for the people here.

“ Then why don't you renovate this old tower or leave it... come stay with us in the church.”

“ I like it here in solace"

Also, Don't want them to get scared of me.

He rolled his eyes at me after hearing my reply, which I skillfully ignored. Stupid kid...ah, man, ugh I always forget his age or my age...fuck it. Jesus, I cursed even before the day started. Great, Ragnar, what a good priest I am, aren't I?

After putting everything aside, we walked towards the entrance of the church. The smell of mud and fur and shit...basically the smell of animals filled in the air as werewolves were roaming here and there, big brown and black dog kind of species, just with big pointed claws and teeth, and drool, a lot of drool dripping from their mouths as they were growling at the mob, controlling the people who were excited to see only one glance of the future queen, or Luna...don't know what they will call her after she will marry to our king, a human king.

Yes, that's the treaty between both species, to end the hundreds of years old war. A war werewolves were losing. Even though they are stronger and dangerous, humans are more in numbers...and they have bit more of a brain than these animals if you ask me. What, I'm not being a jerk... I know I am a priest and god made every living being, but I hate dogs, and look at them, they are just a bigger and dirtier version of dogs. Werewolves are disgusting. And I have no idea how I'll survive meeting with one every day from now on.

I was cursing the federation for giving this responsibility to the pope, who arrogantly ordered me to teach about humans to a werewolf. Why the hell it had to be me? I was still cursing, even my own existence when I finally see that tiny thing coming toward me...and my heart melted.

Nobody had told me she is a child... I love tiny humans, they look tasty, and puppies too. My head tilted as I watched her small steps, couldn't help but smile at those forest-green eyes as she peeked outside from her hood. She looks scared and curious...and her button nose was red as if she was crying. I don't think she will annoy me with her bratty behavior.

At least now, I don't need to worry about a spoiled werewolf. I could raise her how I like, like my own daughter. I always wanted kids anyway, didn't matter humans or werewolves, every child is adorable, and look at that tiny little thing, wrapped inside a golden cloak like a voodoo doll.

It's going to be one hell of some years, after spending almost an eternity of long boring life.

••••

Freya's p.o.v.

I tried to stop my teeth from chattering, and my legs from shaking, but it was so cold. And I am hungry.

" Just some more steps."

Frey encouraged me, she always encouraged me, and talk to me when I get lonely, even though I could never see her, she lives inside my mind. I just want her to be strong enough so she could turn our body into a wolf, then I could always remain like that. I'll never turn human after that. Humans are bad, they kicked my tummy when I asked for food. I was hungry, Frey was too.

I sniffed as I remember that again, and before I could stop my legs they wiggled and I fall to the ground. I heard people laughing at me, they were humans.

I saw a pair of shiny black boots near me and looked up. He was the man who was standing in front of me. He smells sweet, like candy...and flowers too, like roses. Humans never scented this good, right Freya? I asked and she hummed, she was also curious like me.

Without another word, that man slowly approached me. He didn't laugh at me, and he looks different from other men I'd seen. He's much taller, and when I looked into his eyes, I noticed his eyes weren't just blue, but dark red....but then they suddenly turned blue again. Hunn?

He kneeled a foot away from me, I was curious so I just slowly looked at him, I am still scared that he will suddenly kick me like other humans. But he smiled at me. Frey told me to back away, but my eyes were already watching that man, from his black boots to his shiny black hair. I'd never seen a man who looked so beautiful, but I was scared, Frey was too. She curled further into a ball, pushing herself to feel the back of my head on her back. I wanted to curl like her too. It's cold.

The man suddenly looked sad as he watched my face, but then he smiled again, "Hello, my name is Ragnar. What's yours?" He asked gently.

I looked around everywhere, my eyes briefly landing on the other men who were all watching us several yards away. They scared me. I'd seen bad men before. They rode on black horses and punched each other. I always hid from them. I am good at hiding.

But this man didn't look like the others, he is huge. And he looked threatening, but the way he spoke brought me and my wolf comfort.

I looked up at that man, and blinked my eyes, he looked blurry because my eyelashes had tears on them, hanging like dewdrops, I wipe my eyes with my palm, now I can look clear. He looks... nice, I thought and Frey wiggled her tail. " F...Freya,", I answered, but I was freezing, and when my voice came out, it was small and quivering. I thought he didn't hear me but then, he nodded, "It's nice to meet you, Freya. Are you here alone?" He asked. I have some werewolf guards, but other than them no one. But I won't call it alone.

Frey had a sneaking suspicion that we were. Because if I had someone with me then those humans wouldn't kick me like that when my guards left for hunting. And I haven't eaten or bathed in far too long. If mom was coming behind me, then she would have come by now, right?

So, I nodded, "Mommy told me to stay with them and she will c- come soon," I explained. It's been so long since I'd seen my mom. My wolf was saying my mother wasn't coming behind, but Frey sometimes thought too much. Mommy and Daddy won't leave me like that.

That man sighed, "Would you like to come with me? My tower is warm, and we have food,", he said.

My wolf and I thought about his question for several seconds. We couldn't think of a reason not to. Mom told me my pack needs me, our alpha, my daddy also needs my support, and I should befriend humans. And this man is human and his invitation is warm. I was hungry and cold, and the thought of not being alone warmed my stomach. "Cookies?" I asked. Frey loved cookies, we haven't had cookies in so long.

That man chuckled, "Yes, we have a few sweets Joshua keeps hidden." He held his large hand out to me, "Ready to go, Freya?"

I slowly grabbed his hand, my whole hand only covering his thumb. I stood up, the gown and cloak I wore fell just below my ankles, it's so thin that I always felt cold when I had to sleep in the snow.

He also stood up, towering over me, making Frey scared. We would have liked him much more if he was our height. And other humans looking at me made us more scared.

So, I looked away from them and reached my arms up to that good human man. He smiled, scooping me into his arms. I was surprised at how warm he was. I didn't know it was possible for a human to be anything but cold. Frey asked me to press my little hands against his chest, I did. And we get fascinated by the heat coming from him. My hands were warm... I was warm.

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The humans were quiet as they walked, that good human, Father was still carrying me, everyone called him that so I thought I'll call him the same. I spent most of the trip- to his tower, wherever that is- fascinated with the warmth coming from him.

Since the day I came to this town, I didn't felt even a little bit of sun rays in my body. The sun is never out here, and it always rains with really cold wind. I'd lived in my little carriage for... a long time, I can't remember a time when I wasn't curled up in a ball in that small booth, running away from humans.

I did spend some time in the street though, near a big glass building. But in that town, sometimes the sun shines, other days it was just snowy. That was three months ago, when my guards had to go hunting and I get lost when I was wandering around, they told me not to go anywhere, I was a bad girl not to listen to them. But I was lucky because an old lady stopped by to give me food sometimes. Those were my favorite days.

" We aren't that lucky."

My wolf butt in to ruin my good memories. I just shoved her in the back of my mind, she knew nothing. I am lucky, I'm lucky to born a werewolf, not a human. My mommy and daddy are the alpha and luna of the pack, they have to protect every pack member. I am their only daughter, so they send me away with my guards, it was safer that way, to keep traveling as humans were targeting our territories.

When the war ended last month, mommy send me a letter, I still don't know how to read and write, so one of the guards told me what it says. I have to do what the human king says, and befriend them. It's better this way. I have to study and learn human ways in this church, this good human, father is my teacher mom had told me about.

And I think everything will be better. Look at me now, I've never been this warm, and it makes me happy. Much happier than father's friends are... they look angry. He told me their names earlier, but they're too scary for me to talk to yet.

"How old are you, Freya?", Father spoke as he walked, glancing down at me.

I blinked up at him, holding up three fingers, "I'm this many," I answered, but was soon distracted by my own fingers. I closed my fist and held up my fingers as I counted, "One... two... three...,", I held my hand close to his face for emphasis.

" how old are you?", I asked, curiously. He think for a second before shrugging his shoulder, " I don't remember, right now, I looked twenty though."

Father smiled as I tilted my head confused, humans seems really strange.

"And what's your favorite color?" He asked.

My favorite color? looked around at things as we walked, trying to pick one. The garden filled with roses is red, the sky is light black, the grass is green, and my cloak is golden. "What's yours?", I asked father, needing another idea.

He raised his eyebrows at my question, "I like happy colors, yellow, blue, pink-"

"I like blue, like your eyes!" I remembered. I don't get to talk a lot, and I don't know too many words, but I remember petted a cat one time that had a blue collar and I liked that.

My attention was caught by the giant scariest building I'd ever seen. It was wide on the ground but get thinner at the peak. My eyes rambled through the bricks and the scary gargoyles on the edges of the roof. I shrunk in Father's arms, the large building giving me the creeps. "Scary," I mumbled.

He bounced me lightly, "No, no, it's not scary. It's just dark outside," he assured me in a calm tone.

I buried my head into his warm chest, not wanting to look at the scary castle. "This is where you live?" I asked, struggling with a few words.

I heard a door creak, and he strolled up the stairs, so high, that I could see the peek of those large pointed trees below the tower windows. Father opened another door, and it got very quiet. I looked up, seeing a big room, a warm fireplace in front of me, and an open window just beside the bed. I could clearly see the big mountains covered with trees.

Now that we were inside, the wind isn't muffling any sound. It's so quiet I can hear my own breathing.

"It's where you live now too,", Father smiled at me.

"Give the kid a bath, I'm tired of smelling her," Giovanni snapped, crossing his arms as he stared at me. He has long black hair, brown skin, and his whole face looks pointy. Father said this man is like his son, but he looked even older than Father. Humans are weird.

He glared at Giovanni, carrying me out of the room. "Do you like bubbles? I don't have any bath toys for you, but I do have a bubble bath," he walked into a large bathroom, just beside the room.

My eyes were wide as I stared at everything. The bathroom was practically sparkling. I use that portapotty of humans whenever I have to go, I've never seen a bathroom like this. And the only time I got to clean myself was when the old lady took me with her to a shelter, where a lot of dirty-looking people slept, ate, and showered in cool water. I only got three minutes, and it was always hard. No one helped me, and I could never figure out how to open the soap.

"I've never had bubbles," I mumbled, still mesmerized by the place.

Father sat me down on the toilet, as he messed with the bath, it was a big cemented tub, so big that it can easily fit four or five wolves in it. Water started pouring out of the faucet, and I stared at it, noticing how clear it is. The water I'm used to seeing is foggy.

He sat on the edge of the tub, letting the water run over his hand, "You can have all the bubbles you'd like here. And tomorrow I'll take you to get clothes that fit you, and toys," he promised.

I grinned, my heart swelling at the thought of having my own toys! I see soft things all the time inside the shops, but I've never had my own. "For me?" I pressed my hands against my chest, overwhelmed. He laughed, deep and loud, "Yes, I promise none of us will want them. And we can get you your favorite foods, too."

I tilted my head, how many people live here, I saw some women, humans call them nuns, and some human kids too but they lived in that other building near that church. Apart from Father, I saw Giovanni, Robert and Simon, Father told me they are spies. Are there more like them, they looked so scary to me. Anyway, I have to make humans my friend, so it will be better for me.

I slid off the toilet, reaching my hand into the bath to feel the water. At the warmth, I pulled my hand away with a gasp.

"Is it too hot?", Father grabbed my hand, concern all over his face. I shook my head, reaching into the tub again and swirling my hand around in the water. Wow. "It's not cold," I said amazed. Do I get warm water?

He sighed next to me, pouring a bottle of something into the bath. "Of course it's warm. You'll never be cold again, Freya. I promise."

I watched as the water slowly started turning into white fluffy bubbles. "Wow!" I jumped, not knowing how to control my excitement. "So pretty," I played with the bubbles, clapping my hands together and making them go everywhere.

He smiled, "Ready to go in?" He asked.

I nodded eagerly, wiggling out of the gown and undies I'm wearing. Father helped me into the tub and I shrieked in excitement, feeling so warm. It smells good too. And the bubbles are so fun!

He laughed, watching me play in the water. I played with the bubbles, and he helped me wash my hair.

"You have hair like Rapunzel, you know that?" He said in an amused tone as he struggled to brush through the knots.

"Who?" I asked.

"She's a princess with very long hair, I think we have the book in our library. I can read it to you," he explained.

"I like stories."

I heard someone walk in and turned to see Simon, a few pieces of clothes in his hands. He looks kind, like Father, a little scary too, my wolf added inside my mind. I rolled my eyes at her, she is a bit too alert today.

"These should work for tonight, until you get her real clothes," he set them down on the counter. He sat on the toilet, looking like he wanted to say something, but didn't.

After a moment of staring at Father, he sighed, "Do you really think this is a good idea, are we taking strays now?", Simon mumbled, " they told you to teach her, not to adopt her...she should live with nuns, not a priest,"

I tilted my head, " What are strays, father?". He gave me a smile, " nothing, princess.", he replied, before glaring at Simon, who pressed his lips together in a thin line. Was it a bad word, Frey? I asked my wolf but she didn't reply, seems to get angry with me after I shoved her away multiple times today. She is a proudy wolf.

Father continued to brush my hair, and I played with the bubbles, watching Simon. His eyes are red, he must be tired. Whenever I'm tired, my eyes get red. "I do. I think this will be a good change for me," Father said in a soft voice.

Simon took a few seconds, then nodded. "I hope you're right."

"Owie!" I yipped, feeling Father tug too hard on my hair. That hurt. I rubbed the spot and gave him a pout, "That's not nice," pointed a finger at him.

He held his hands up, "I apologize," he chuckled. "If you want to look like a princess, I have to get these tangles out," he explained, turning me around again.

I looked up at Simon, as he just stared at the two of us. I pushed my eyebrows together, wondering why he's upset. Maybe can make him happy, then I can have my first human friend? I grabbed a glob of bubbles in my hand and held it out to him, "I have bubbles," I said shyly.

He looked amused, a small smile finally breaking on his lips. "I can see that."

I smiled, grabbing more, "Here, it'll make you happy," I tried to give him the bubbles.

He looked surprised, "I am happy," he lightly grabbed my wrists and placed them back in the tub. I continued playing with the bubbles. "Thank you, though."

I yawned, "My eyes are red when I'm tired, too."

Father and Simon both laughed, and I heard someone else laugh downstairs. Maybe Giovanni, but how did he hear us! They all are just wierd humans.

Simon stood up, "This is going to be an interesting few years," he laughed, walking out the door.