Chapter 3
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Freya's POV.
"I must sur—"
“Ah, dear Freya. Look at you. Once the pride of the pack, now reduced to this.” The voice was laced with venom and a mocking tone.
I forced my eyes open and looked up. There, stepping into the dimly lit cave, was Amara.
My heart pounded in my chest, a mixture of fear and anger surging through me.
I had always sensed the jealousy and hostility in Amara’s eyes, but this—this was something far darker.
There was no pretense now. Amara’s true nature was on full display, and it was monstrous.
“What… what do you want from me?” My voice was little more than a whisper as I had lost my strength.
Amara tilted her head, a cruel smile stretching across her face. “Oh, my dear Freya, it’s not what I want from you.” She crouched down, meeting my gaze, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “It’s what I want from Rowan. Everything he has—his power, his pack, and most of all… his loyalty.”
Amara’s laughter filled the cave. Then, her body began to shift. Her eyes turned black, her skin became pale, and a pair of shadow-like wings shot out from her back.
This was not the Amara I knew. This was her true form—a creature born from darkness.
“No… please…” I whispered.
I could feel the life within me... my child.
But Amara only smiled, her fingers pressing harder against my stomach.
"Rowan, please he... help me."
But there was still no response.
I could feel a harsh wave of cold spreading through me. I cried out as an excruciating pain erupted within me, unlike anything I had ever felt.
“No!” The scream tore from my throat, my vision blurring as tears spilled down my cheeks. I had lost the one thing I had left, the one hope that had kept me going.
Amara laughed, her face glinting with triumph. “You think I’ll let you go so easily, Freya? Oh no, this is only the beginning.”
Amara raised her hand, her fingers sharp.
I knew that this was the end. My body had nothing left to give. My spirit had been torn, my heart shattered.
I looked up at Amara, my enemy and killer, and for a moment, I felt a strange feeling wash over me.
“Whatever you take from me,” I murmured, staring deeply at her, “you will never break my spirit. I will return, and I will make you pay for this.”
I could see Amara’s smile fade, her expression darkening as she realized the meaning behind my words. But before she could respond, I closed her eyes, surrendering to the darkness that had been waiting to claim me.
***
I drifted apart from the land of torture to a place of tranquility.
But even in this darkness, there was a pull...something like a force that drew me back, as though it were calling me home.
Images began to flicker in my mind: Rowan’s face, his smile when we had first met, the warmth of his embrace… the child I had carried, whose heartbeat I had felt.
My memories were slowly coming back, and I could recall how I ended up there.
And then, a voice resounded in my mind. I could hear it loud and clear. "Freya, this is not the end."
"Who..who are you? How are you able to communicate with me through the mind link?" I asked, looking around.
"It is not important to know me now. Just listen to me, carefully. When the right time comes, you will know who I am."
I could not see who spoke, but I could feel the truth in her words, a promise that needed to be fulfilled.
Although I had no idea who was speaking to me, I knew I could rely on the voice. It carried a tinge of assurance and hope.
I knew I was more than the life I had lived, more than the pain I had endured.
This was not the end. I still had a long way to go, and I could not just end my journey here.
"You will be reborn, stronger than before. The darkness that took you will not define you. Rise, Freya. Rise and reclaim your life. Go back, and do the needful. Your time is not yet up."
As the voice faded, I felt a surge of power I had never known.
My spirit flared, a spark igniting within me like a rekindled fire, growing brighter, fiercer, until it was a blazing fire.
I felt myself being pulled back, the darkness diminishing as light poured into me, filling every corner of my being.
And then, as though I was breaking through the surface of a deep abyss, I gasped, a single deep breath that felt like a rebirth.
***
My eyes opened, and the world was bright, too bright that I needed to squint my eyes and clear my blurry vision.
I was lying on soft ground, surrounded by wildflowers and trees that danced to the rhythm of the breeze.
I sat up slowly, examining my body.
I was alive. Again.
My hand instinctively went to my stomach, and I felt a pang of sorrow, knowing my child was gone.
I could not help but mourn the innocent soul. It did not deserve to face such a cruel death.
But as I looked around, I felt something new.
A new purpose.
I was no longer the weak Freya that could be easily walked over on. I was reborn, and this time, I would not be crushed.
The memory of Amara’s face, the wicked smug, Rowan's nonchalance... flashed through my mind, and I knew what I had to do.
I would return to my pack, reclaim my place, and make sure Amara paid for every ounce of suffering I had caused.
My lips curved into a determined smile, my blue eyes shining with a redefined purpose. I had been brought back for a reason, and I would not waste this second chance.
This was not the end. It was only the beginning.
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