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 I followed the lingering murmur in the wind, branches splintered underfoot. Right next to me was Finnick, who was breathing heavily and moving quickly and attentively.

Here, the woodland was darker and the air was heavy with an unidentified substance. This place seemed different, and it wasn't simply night. older. Nearly unaltered by time.

Finnick spoke softly. "Slow down, Freya"

With a beating heart, I responded, "I can feel it." "It's near."

The monster that had watched me from the shadows and the spirit that had spoken to me were still there. It waited.

I slid to a halt. Beside me, Finnick stiffened.

Out of the shadows came figures. Quiet. Not moving.

I had never seen wolves like this before.

Their bodies moved with uncanny accuracy, as though under the influence of something outside of themselves, and their eyes gleamed unnaturally.

Chapter 61: The Bloodline That Was Lost