Matteo ‘I’ll take care of the witch,’ Freya told me through our link and ran away. I know that she’s strong, she’s a silver wolf, so I don’t have to worry about her. But she’s my mate and I couldn’t help but feel that way. I had to settle things with Marco about what he did to my father, so I ran to him. He and the witch were together and even if I had to deal with her because of what he did to my mother, I knew that my mate would want to have a piece of her too. Another is, she will be able to handle her since she was also a witch herself. “You dare to fight me? I took care of you and this is how you repay me?” Marco said while he was waiting for me. I could feel King being so angry, he was uneasy this past few weeks and I wonder why. Then earlier, he told me that he felt that a war was coming and this was it. Marco shifted and ran, meeting me halfway. His Lycan was big, but mine was even bigger. He may have the power of kingship, but I am the son of a true king. And without a wor
Freya I am the happiest. Everything has ended. King Marco had died. After his fated mate died, he’d gone feral. He couldn’t think properly and just went on a rampage. Maybe many would think how come he was like that when he already marked someone else. But the truth is, he never was. His mark was from his true mate and everything that everyone was seeing was just a spell cast by his mate. She’s strong because she managed to pull that for a very long time. They had not deceived not just one person but everyone in the palace. All along, they both used Ronaldo as a diversion from their plan. So there will be someone who will take the blame or become their scapegoat when they decide to release the spell. Unfortunately for them, my mother was also a witch that specialized in rejecting spells. It was what she taught me when I was a child. I don’t know if she sees the future though. He made my adoptive parents come and get me to where they found me even before it happened. And the portal
Freya "Oops, sorry," Britney, the troublemaker from my school, mocked as she deliberately bumped into me while I was retrieving my school belongings from my locker. Once I managed to rein in my anger, I glanced at her, grateful that my inner wolf had urged me to remain composed. Attempting to walk past her, I was thwarted as she obstructed my path. Instead of letting me go, she purposefully tripped me, and as I stumbled, laughter erupted not only from her but also from the onlooking crowd. 'Keep your cool, Frey,' my wolf advised, attempting to pacify me. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and gathered myself before standing up. It was peculiar that Pi, my wolf, seemed more level-headed than I was. Typically, our wolves were quick to lose their composure and act impulsively, making it particularly odd that my wolf exhibited such sensibility, a stark contrast to my own nature. "Oh, I apologize once again," Britney chuckled, accompanied by her cohorts. Deciding to distance myself,
Freya "I am Freya Collins, an 18-year-old she-wolf from the Midnight Pack. The pack remained unaware of my wolf existence as I lacked a discernible scent, and I had no intention of revealing this aspect to them. Raised by my adoptive parents, Dad Lucas and Mom Rica, both esteemed pack warriors, I've been showered with love and support. Unbeknownst to the rest of the pack, my adoptive parents have been training me since childhood. Discovered by my adoptive parents within the pack borders, the circumstances of my arrival remain a mystery. I lack any recollection of events leading up to my awakening in the pack hospital. My adoptive parents informed me that I had suffered severe injuries, possibly contributing to my memory loss. Out of love, I've refrained from delving into the details of my past, trusting in the care and affection they've provided." "My adoptive parents revealed essential details about my identity; I was the daughter of an alpha, a fact they insisted I keep concealed
Matteo "Ensure that you thoroughly investigate every aspect related to the Howlers Pack," urged Dad, the Lycan King. I sat in his office alongside my prospective beta, Calvin. Concern etched his face as he pondered the fate of the pack. Its sudden obliteration left him perplexed, unable to fathom why it occurred without his knowledge. He questioned whether the pack had submitted any reports of rogue attacks or assaults by rival packs. Typically, the Howlers Pack would promptly inform the palace of such incidents, but in this instance, no information had reached us, preventing any swift response. "Matteo, are you paying attention?" my father's voice boomed, snapping me out of my contemplation. I comprehended his urgency; my mind had been immersed in deep reflection.. "Yes, Dad, I heard you loud and clear," I replied. The incident had occurred for several years, yet we hadn't found any clues. So, he decided to send me there, urging me to resolve it before assuming his throne. Restles
Matteo "Why, all of a sudden, Your Highness, are you proposing the idea of organizing a friendly fight tournament?" inquired Alpha Daniel, his expression filled with confusion. "I've been a part of the pack for months now, and I'm interested in observing the growth in strength among the pack members," I explained. "The king tasked me with reporting on the pack's abilities. He wants to ensure that everyone is capable of defending themselves when the need arises," I added, aiming to dispel any suspicions he might harbor. "I understand. I take pride in noting that everyone is putting in their best effort, and we regularly conduct training sessions for all. When do you intend to schedule the tournament?" "How about a week from now?" I responded. "That works for me," he replied, and a sense of satisfaction filled me. "I prefer to make the announcement personally, so I'll head to the pack school," I declared, rising from my seat and glancing at Calvin. He nodded and gestured towards th
Freya Matteo had been consistently present, in my opinion. He frequently visited the school, and I couldn't discern the reason. I began to suspect that something was amiss or that a potential threat loomed over the pack, yet I didn't detect any. "Freya, can you hear me?" Mom inquired, waving her hand before my face. I blinked several times before realizing that she had been addressing me, my thoughts still preoccupied with Matteo. "Is there something bothering you, Freya?" Dad questioned, and I shook my head. "I'm sorry, Mom, Dad," I responded. "I was just pondering why the Lycan prince has been attending school more frequently. He has been part of the pack for months, yet recently, he's been going to school as if anticipating an imminent threat." "It's not like that. He's genuinely concerned about the younger generations. That's precisely why he proposed the tournament – to assess everyone's strengths and abilities," Dad explained, and I nodded in understanding. Despite my hopes
Freya "Frey," called Clay and Alec. I glared at Joric and Britney, my only recourse at the moment. "I didn't sign up; it's them," I explained, gesturing towards the future alpha and the frustrated Luna. "The dumb and the dumber," I added, and they both chuckled before turning serious. "You realize you can't back out, right? The Lycan prince expects us to take responsibility for our actions and make our own decisions. That's why he arranged the tournament with a week-long preparation," Alec said, and I nodded. I was uncertain whether to appear vulnerable to them or not. "I didn't want to join either," I admitted. I knew Mom and Dad would be concerned when they found out. I sighed deeply. I needed to contemplate this carefully because Pi had been on edge ever since we met our mate. She seemed different, always sensible, but I sensed something was amiss with her. "There were instances when we sensed our friends' disloyalty. I could sense her anger and fury, as if she wished harm upon