Patrick_0507

Blurb: 
Freya Kael has spent her life on the edges of the Whiteclaw Pack, orphaned and outsider with no claim to a name or power. Her life has been one of survival, with no family, friends, or purpose. That changes the day she learns her fated mate is none other than Finnick Logan the strong and feared Alpha of the Whiteclaw Pack. Freya’s heart swells with hope, but her world shatters when Finnick openly rejects her, calling her weak and unworthy of his name. Devastated and cast aside, Freya is forced into hiding.

But Freya soon finds that her fate has much more in store. Alone and fragile, she finds she holds a secret power, one linked to a famous werewolf family long thought dead. This power could tip the balance of the werewolf world. With rival packs seeking her out and her powers getting stronger, Freya must decide whether to rise to this calling or let her hate for Finnick consume her.

As secrets unravel, Finnick finds himself pulled back to Freya, haunted by his past choices and family betrayals. But with a rival pack threatening their survival and an old enemy reawakening, they may have to join despite the pain between them. Can Freya forgive the mate who destroyed her, and can Finnick redeem himself before he loses everything including Freya?

Betrayed By The Pack

As Freya stood in the silent woods, her heart thumping in her breast, the wind howling about her like a savage about to charge. She kept thinking about what Kade had said to her. "Freya, you cannot stop what is about to happen. Now, not even your abilities can save you.

I tried to steady myself by gritting my teeth. I had to maintain my concentration. However, the mistrust Kade's warning sowed in me persisted. With every breath, the weight of it suffocated me as it pressed against my chest. I could feel the strength rising inside of me as I gazed up at the storm-like whirling clouds in the dark sky. Even though my hands were shaking at my sides, I couldn't afford to show anyone.

Are you alright? Finnick's voice interrupted my train of thought. His eyes scanned me with that familiar, protective worry as he stood just behind me.

I murmured, "I'm fine," but my mouth tasted bitter from the lie.

Chapter 45: A Broken World