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

Finnick and I walked out of the hidden faction's stronghold into the crisp morning air. The leader handed us a rough map that indicated where the Forgotten Temple was. The only location that could contain the information we required was the location where the creature had been sealed for a long time.

I looked at Finnick and tightened my cloak over me. "Are you certain of this?"

He gave me a sly smile. "Don't you think it's a little late to go back now?"

I clutched the map and sighed. My body was still hurting from fighting the curse inside of me last night. I could still feel the dark energy pulsing beneath my skin, even if the black veins had somewhat receded. There was not much time left.

The trees surrounding us got taller as we traveled, their branches bending in strange ways. Every step felt heavier as an odd fog spread across the ground.

Finnick scowled. "I don't feel right here."

I gave a nod. "We must act quickly."

Chapter 64: The Temple That Was Forgotten