In one of the girls' rooms, a group of girls sat around a table drinking happily. “Imagine what would've happened if you didn't find Freya Armstrong on time.” One of the girls couldn't help but mutter in a drunken voice. “That girl would've died. And here we thought Mendoza was a bad person. Someone like me would never save the life of the woman someone I love is in love with.” Another girl butted in, looking up at Mendoza who sat alone in a chair, with delight. Mendoza revealed a forced smile and filled their glasses once again. Then she picked up hers and toasted them. “Thanks to you guys, we were able to save a life today. A toast to you all!” Everyone drowned their drinks and Mendoza went ahead to refill their glasses for them. She glanced at the seventeen empty gin bottles beside her and sighed. Her goal might've been a success, but she couldn't help having the feeling there was something wrong somewhere.“Do you need more drinks? I can run out and get more for us.” One of th
Cleopatra observed an unconscious Freya from the door. She stood there for a moment before the pack healer, who had been applying ointments to Freya, finished up and walked up to her. “I've managed to stabilize her. She'll be fine as long as she rests well. I'll check up on her every three hours to make sure something isn't wrong. I will take my leave now.” The healer told Cleopatra before walking away. “The Council has called an impromptu meeting, Cleopatra.” The ginger-haired man who had gone with Cleopatra to bring Freya, said, appearing behind him. Cleopatra didn't respond until minutes later when she turned and walked out. The man stopped and glanced towards Freya, the corners of his lips raised in utter contempt. After the incident where he and his friend made fun of Freya on their way to the Council, Cleopatra didn't fail to punish them as soon as they were settled in. And for that, the duo held great contempt towards Freya. He tore his eyes away from her and hurried behin
Hercules walked into Cleopatra's office with a tight smile on his face, but she was too focused on going through the numerous files before her to notice him. “The Council is a big place, Cleopatra. I can't just search for someone with a whiff of their smell.” He complained, standing a little further from her. Cleopatra didn't hum, nor did she raise her head to acknowledge his words. The office was plagued with a deafening silence for the next ten minutes before she narrowed her eyes at one of the files. “With Ethan and most of the Council members breathing down my neck, I make sure to familiarize myself with what each one smells like. So I'm sure he's the one.” She said, turning the file for him to see. Hercules was a bit taken aback by her words. In that case, didn't that mean she knew what he smelt like? Cleopatra, who seemed to know what he was thinking, shook her head and tapped the file, “Wait until you have numerous people who desperately want your position.” Hercules shru
“How are you doing, Freya?” Cleopatra asked as soon as Freya walked into her office. “Are you treating me well because I'm an omega who almost got killed, or because I'm mated to three alphas?” Freya asked instead, stopping close to the desk. Cleopatra stared at her with a complex look in her eyes. “Every werewolf deserves to be treated like a person. And because you were entrusted to me.” Cleopatra said, tearing her eyes away from Freya. “Have a seat.” Freya nodded and sat down. She had woken up yesterday evening, hours after Mariah almost killed her. Her recovery surprised the healer, who didn't think she would be up anytime soon. The healer checked her vitals again and declared her fit, shocking everyone the more. But that surprise soon turned to relief. Previously, there was tension in the Council since no one knew when the three alphas would arrive in the Council. While some people thought it'd have been good for the omega to die, others were relieved she woke up. Cleopatra
The Council Coroner Room"From all indications, he drowned himself." Hercules sighed as he observed Leo's stone cold body. Cleopatra who stood opposite him wasn't buying any of it as her eyes deepened. "Leo had no reason to kill himself." "Maybe he was afraid of what you'd do to him if you found him. He probably figured out you'd kill him for eavesdropping, so he thought it was best to end his life himself. On his own terms." Hercules suggested, glancing at her. Cleopatra reached out and zipped up Leo back in the body back he was in. "His family will be coming to claim his body tomorrow. I offered to host his funeral, but they refused. Said they'd invite me to the funeral if I cared so much about Leo." "Sounds a little bit harsh. Are they in any way suspecting that you had something to do with the death of their son?" Hercules asked in amusement. "The situation may look like it was suicide, but we both know someone killed Leo and staged it to look like a suicide. Leo's family al
As the day got darker, Finn rounded up lessons for the day. Freya glanced at the spot Sarah sat, but was surprised to see she was no longer there. Her eyes flew to the door, where she saw Sarah's familiar back. She got up immediately and headed towards it, but someone stepped in her way. “Freya.” Mendoza forced on a smile as soon as Freya looked at her. “Fancy seeing you here after the unfortunate accident.” “My accident shouldn't be the reason for me to slack off.” Freya replied, giving up on catching up with Sarah. She'd just wait until she got back to their room. “Who is this, Freya?” Mariah asked, placing a hand on Freya's shoulder. However, she was forced to take off the hand when Freya glanced at her and the hand. Nevertheless, she still introduced herself to Mendoza, “Hello, I'm Mariah Armstrong. Freya's sister, different mothers, and I'm the future Luna of my pack.” “Your name doesn't ring a bell. What pack are you from?” Mendoza asked upon realizing she didn't know the
For the next three months, the two girls who everyone thought were sworn enemies, spent most of their time together.They ate together, trained together and hung out together. It was an unexpected sight for many, but an entertaining sight for people like Cleopatra and Ethan. As the duo stood in a room watching them, Ethan turned to Cleopatra, “I never would've believed those two would ever be this close. Does that mean there's hope for us?” “I'd rather kill myself than entertain the thought of us ever being close.” Cleopatra responded coldly. Ethan chuckled and closed the blind when the person they were watching was out of sight. Although Freya was walking alone and was on her phone, everyone who came across her knew the person she was texting was no other than Mendoza. “Leo Patrick's funeral is today. Do you plan to attend?” Ethan asked, glancing at Cleopatra. “He was my assistant. Even if no one says it, my presence is mandatory. And since I'll be going because the deceased wor
Freya stayed behind to train long after the rest of her team left. Because she attended a party Mendoza invited her to last night, she had stayed up all night and didn't have the time to sleep. So while her team trained, she spent the day sleeping. "You can continue tomorrow, Freya. Or you'll just end up wearing out yourself." Hercules, whose team if was, said when he saw her training on his way out of the training house. "I spent most of the afternoon napping, master. Also, having the training house all to myself gives me a certain kind of thrill." Freya revealed, briefly pausing her training. Hercules stared at her for a while before he shrugged, "Take it easy. Goodnight." Freya waited for him to leave before she got up on her feet. Standing in front of the stuffed punching bag in the shape of a man, she spent the next thirty minutes punching it effortlessly. "If you use that stance to fight in the combat tournament, your opponent will have a field day breaking your ribs." A fam