Chapter 60: The Pursuit Of The Truth

Freya's POV

I took off running.

I continued even though the chilly night air hurt my lungs. I was unable to.

As I forced my way through the thick forest, branches ripped at my flesh. I could still smell the heavy, oppressive smell of blood. It had stained my hands—my hands.

I was unsure if I had murdered him.

However, I couldn't risk staying.

I wouldn't have been safe if I had done it, if something inside of me had exploded and taken over. Not for my pack. Not for Finnick.

Not even for me.

As I sprinted farther into the trees, tears clouded my vision. My heart pounded wildly and frantically against my ribs. I required clarification. I had to know what was going on with me.

My mind replayed everything Darius had said. A bloodline cursed. Power that ought to be absent.

Was he referring to this? Was I turning into something strange?

I froze when I heard a sharp noise.