"So what happened between you and your friend?" Brianna asked as she tended to Freya's injury. Brianna wasn't one to talk whenever she was working and Freya wasn't in the mood to talk about what was going on with Sarah. However, when she thought of how this woman was one of the first people to treat her like a living thing, she decided to tell her. "She was my roommate. Everything was fine until she slipped inflammatory drugs into my bottle of water despite being aware how badly it affects me." "What was her reaction when you told her what the drugs do to your body?" Brianna questioned further, putting a cast over the injury. Freya paused, her mind recalling the events of that day when she couldn't bear the pain that came with the food brought to their room. She recalled the worried look on Sarah's face when she found out what was happening and even tried to leave in an attempt to report the matter to the kitchen staff. "She acted empathetic. Even acted like she cared about my he
“You said we weren't going to train!” Freya's complaining voice came up. “I didn't say that. I said 'something like that'.” Nebra countered as she blindfolded Freya's eyes and stepped backward. “It also seems like you promised I won't get hurt.” Freya scoffed, “If this continues, I'll drop dead before the combat tournament ends.” “Don't be like that. You're almost three days into the tournament. The main tournament begins tomorrow, you need to be prepared for anything.” Nebra shrugged, relaxing on a wall. “But…” “Shhh!” Nebra shushed, and an eerie silence fell in the room. “Umm, Nebra? Are you still there?” Freya called out when she no longer heard Nebra's breathing. However, Nebra didn't respond. So Freya reached up to her face and attempted to pull off the blindfold.“Don't do that.” Nebra's voice came up. “Ah, thank goodness. I was worried you left me. I mean, that'd be a good thing.” Freya was saying, but changed her words midway. Even though Nebra stole her most of the t
“I didn't think you were interested in the combat tournament.” Nebra said as she walked beside a stone-faced Neon. “I couldn't say no when you got eliminated, and they needed more people.” Neon replied with a blank look. “I see.” Nebra nodded then stopped walking. Neon subconsciously stopped walking as well and turned to her. “The combat tournament will continue with teams made yesterday until the sixth day of the tournament.” “Why does it sound like you're leaving? Are you leaving, Nebra?” Neon asked, sensing the shift in the air. Nebra smiled and reached out to feel Neon's cheeks. “Of course not. It's just for a few days. But I know I'll make it back before the seventh day of the tournament. Just promise me you'll look out for yourself and Freya.” “You're really leaving. And worst of all, you're leaving without me. What happened to always being there for each other?” Neon seethed, taking a step backward. Nebra moved forward and forcefully grabbed her head, “This isn't the time
It was soon the fourth day of the combat tournament. “To be honest, I didn't think I'd make it to the fourth day of the combat tournament.” Miguel yawned as he walked to the field along with Freya and Neon. Being paired with these two girls for the past two days, he came to realize Freya was naturally a quiet one, while Neon thought talking to people was a waste of her time. So in conclusion, he did most of the talking whenever they were together. “The look of surprise on everyone's faces when we returned to the field with nine precious stones was epic! And certainly something I'll recall for a long time.” He chuckled, slowly sprinting forward. Group 87 showed up and rescued most of the weaker groups, then told them to run back to the field, so they wouldn't come across any other group. With no weak group to prey on, numerous stronger groups were disqualified, and the weak ones were retained. So, out of 50 groups, about 20 groups were disqualified. “I wonder what today's task w
Neon watched Freya walk away with a hint of interest in her eyes. The rumors lied. Freya Armstrong is nothing like they made her out to be. When Neon first joined the team, her jealousy borne hatred towards Freya for taking Nebra's attention away from her made her unable to get along with Freya. Furthermore, the rumors said Freya was a person who cared only about herself and felt like she was above every other person. It also said the omega hated everyone stronger than her because of the hardship meted out on her by the members of Blackwood Pack. Hence, she interacted with fewer people. “I also need to pack a few things. Meet you here?” Neon heard Miguel ask and turned to see his signature smile on his face. “Yes.” She mumbled, then watched him walk away. Ten minutes later, Miguel returned, but Freya was yet to. “Should we go see what's keeping her? I happen to know her room number.” Miguel suggested. Neon wanted to refuse, but a part of her urged her to agree. So in the end, s
"I can't help but notice that none of you seem to be panicking." Miguel complained as they walked through a dense forest to get to Bloodstone Pack. To keep humans away from discovering werewolves and because of werewolf hunters, werewolves chose to settle in places that could only be reached by people strong enough to face dangerous animals. The forests surrounding each pack along with the animals that roamed around it was enough to keep any adventurous human away. "What are you scared of exactly?" Neon, who was leading the way, asked. "I don't know. Maybe wild animals or rogues. Or even werewolf hunters." Miguel shivered when he mentioned the last name. "Werewolf hunters haven't been able to find us in more than a decade, Miguel. But you don't have to worry about that. The Council will never send us to somewhere we're likely to encounter them." Neon replied, successfully calming Miguel. "Okay. That's a little comforting. But what about the wild animals?" Miguel asked, only to b
Gerry and a few other pack warriors led their three visitors into the pack, leaving the rest of the warriors to guard the pack's border. Freya noticed that as they advanced into the pack, people were scurrying away into their homes, tightly shutting their door behind them. “After engineering numerous attacks and losing our loved ones to them, we informed the pack members to run into their homes whenever they see new faces in the pack. Anyone who passes through the border shouldn't be wrestled with, since he or she is likely to have fought and won against the pack warriors there.” Gerry informed, seeing how inquisitive the three teenagers looked. “That sounds like a nice strategy. Has it helped in reducing the number of deaths?” Neon questioned. “Usually, the pack loses 4 to 6 lives whenever the rogue visits. But now, we don't lose any and if we unfortunately do, it's not more than two.” Gerry responded, a hint of sadness in his tone. From the looks of it, he was the chief pack war
Neon was flung to the floor before she could ascertain what was going on. “Princess, what's that look on your face? I seem to guess you don't recall who I am.” The man chuckled, grabbing the stake from the rogue on the floor. Neon stared at him as she crawled backward. There was something familiar about him, but she couldn't deny the fact she really had no idea who he was. Could he be someone Nebra wronged in the past?“That look of confusion on your face is by far the worst look I've seen on your face. So I'll cut to the chase and tell you who I am.” He hissed, stepping closer to her. “I'm Theophilus Mooney, and the scar across my face is the handwork of your elder sister, Nebra.” He scoffed. Only then did Neon recall who he was. Theophilus Mooney, Nebra's first beta and friend after she left the Council with her. Three years older than Nebra, but followed behind her when she beat him fair and square in a fight. He was the ideal friend until he began developing improper desire t