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

A storm raged inside me. Two voices clashed in my mind—one dark and commanding, the other soft but desperate.

Murder him. Complete the task you began.

I clenched my jaw, hands shaking. The chilly, oppressive blackness encircled me like chains. Its hold tightened around me, whispering promises of freedom and strength.

Nevertheless, Finnick remained still. He never took his eyes off of mine.

His voice was firm as he said, "Freya." "This is not as strong as you are."

I made a chilly, hollow laugh. "You don't understand, Finnick."

He begged, "Then help me understand,"

The thing inside me snarled. This is enough. I staggered as a piercing pulse of anguish pierced my skull.

I held up my hand as Finnick approached, and a wall of evil energy erupted between us.

"Don't," I cautioned. My voice seemed distant and hollow.

Chapter 78: A Split Heart