In the pack's living room, tension hung in the air as Arya faced her son, her expression filled with concern. The soft afternoon light filtered through the windows, but the atmosphere was far from pleasant.
"My son, when will you mark your wife?" she exclaimed, her voice carrying an urgency that could not be ignored.
"I don't want to think about that now!" Orion retorted, impatience lacing his tone. He felt pressured, the thought of making such an important decision seemed overwhelming.
"The full moon is approaching," Arya insisted, her worry growing. "Freya could become a target for the other wolves. You need to do this soon!"
Orion took a deep breath, trying to control the frustration that was consuming him.
"The Gods wanted me to marry her, I married her!" he said, his voice louder now, thick with emotion. "But I won't be forced into this! I will not mark her; she is insignificant to me!"
The words cut Arya deeply. She watched her son walk away, leaving her frustrated and distressed. She knew the pack's protection and harmony were paramount, but Orion's indifference toward Freya worried her.
Alone, Orion left the room and went outside, seeking fresh air to calm his restless mind.
Meanwhile, Freya was returning home, her thoughts heavy and confused. As their paths crossed, she kept her eyes on the ground, her face a mask of determination and insecurity. Orion, in turn, looked at her seriously, but neither of them spoke. The silence spoke louder than any words ever could.
Freya entered the house, feeling the weight of the situation in her heart. Orion continued towards the village, lost in his thoughts. The tension between them was palpable, and both knew that the future of the pack, their very lives, were intertwined in a complex and perhaps complicated way. What did fate have in store for them? Only time would tell.
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That silent night, Freya felt a slight pang in her stomach, a sign that hunger was starting to set in. Determined to satisfy her craving, she got up and walked towards the kitchen, in search of some fruit that could offer relief to her unease.
As she walked down the hallway, something made her hesitate. Orion's bedroom door was ajar, and on an almost involuntary impulse, her eyes fell upon the room's interior. What she saw there left her paralyzed: Orion and Missandre were together, caught in a moment of intimacy. He was kissing her intensely, his hands exploring her body with a fierceness that made Freya's throat tighten.
Freya's heart pounded, and a deep fear washed over her as she took in the scene before her. It was then, in a moment that seemed to last an eternity, that Orion, with his keen instincts, became aware of her presence. He heard the frantic beating of her heart and smelled the familiar scent that clung to her. With a piercing gaze, he turned towards the door and saw her there, frozen in shock.
Frightened, Freya did not hesitate. In a fit of panic, she turned and ran back to her room, locking herself behind the door as if it could protect her from the emotional storm that was consuming her. Her heart still raced, and her mind was in turmoil. She feared that Orion would follow, that his fury would turn on her for having intruded on such an intimate moment. Uncertainty enveloped her, and fear kept her awake that night.
The next day, soft morning light filtered through the curtains of Freya's room, bringing with it a new day filled with promise and uncertainty. She was still immersed in her troubled thoughts when the door opened with a gentle creak.
Liana, with her energetic manner and bright smile, entered the room, bringing with her the comforting aroma of fresh fruit and bread.
"Good morning, Freya! Wake up, sleepyhead!" she exclaimed, with contagious enthusiasm.
Freya groaned softly, pulling the blanket over her head, trying to hide from the reality that awaited her outside. But Liana was not fazed. With a swift movement, she pulled back the blanket, revealing Freya's face, still sleepy-eyed and bearing the expression of someone who had spent a restless night.
"Come on, you can't stay like this forever," "said her sister-in-law with a light laugh." The sun is shining, and I made a special breakfast. We need to talk about today's plans. And I want to know how you're feeling.
Freya hesitated for a moment, remembering the scene from the previous night, but Liana's kind eyes encouraged her to come out of her shell. She got up slowly, trying to shake off the clouds of sadness that still lingered in her mind. It was time to face the day and perhaps find some clarity amid the confusion. Liana always had a special way of bringing joy and lightheartedness, and Freya knew she needed that more than ever.
"Alright, I'm coming," Freya replied with a timid smile, stretching and getting out of bed. With one last glance at her friend, she began to prepare to face the new day.
As Freya and Liana walked through the forest the next morning, enjoying the fresh air and the sunlight filtering through the trees, a sense of tranquility enveloped them. They laughed and talked about everyday things, not realizing that they were getting further and further away from home.
Suddenly, the atmosphere around them changed. The birdsong fell silent, and a chilling cold swept through the air. Freya stopped, sensing a strange presence, but Liana, distracted, continued walking ahead. It was then that, without warning, ordinary men emerged from the shadows of the trees, surrounding them with swift and coordinated movements.
— What do you want? — Freya shouted, her heart pounding.
The men did not answer. With frightening precision, they grabbed the two young women, dragging them off the path. Liana felt the transformation approaching, the energy of the wolf within her beginning to manifest. Her senses sharpened, and the instinct to protect took over, but she was struck hard on the head before she could fight back.
Freya, horrified, tried to run to Liana, but was quickly intercepted by another man who grabbed her tightly.
"No!" she screamed, but her cry was cut short. The man struck her head, and darkness enveloped her.
The two bodies fell to the forest floor, unconscious, as the men dragged them away, taking them beyond the wall that separated the wolves from ordinary men. The forest, once a haven, had become a maze of shadows, the fate of the two young women now uncertain, far from the protection of their pack.
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Orion returned from a mission with the pack, feeling the familiarity of the forest's scent and the tranquility that always surrounded him. However, as he saw Arya running towards him, his heart sank. She was pale, and her eyes were wide with despair.
"Orion!" she exclaimed, her voice trembling. "Freya and Liana are gone!"
Orion's reaction was instantaneous. Fierceness took over him, and he closed his eyes, trying to catch Freya's scent and heartbeat. But there was a void, an absence that unsettled him. He shook his head, trying to understand why he couldn't feel her presence.
"Where did they go last?" "asked Lucky, his voice steady, trying to maintain calm amidst the chaos."
"The Omegas said they saw them entering the forest," Arya replied, anguish lacing her voice.
It was then that Orion's protective instinct surged. Without hesitation, he shifted into the fierce black wolf that everyone knew, an imposing creature that exuded power and determination. With one last glance at Arya, he plunged into the forest, his agile body gliding between the trees.
The other pack wolves, spurred on by Orion's urgency, followed him, forming a line of shadows racing through the woods. The scent of earth and crushed leaves was all they could smell, but the urgency to find Freya and Liana drove them forward. The pack knew time was precious, and they would not rest until the two young women were safely back home.
Orion led the chase, his keen senses searching for any clue that could lead them to the missing women.
Freya looked around, her heart racing as reality settled in. They were both trapped in a dark, damp room, heavy chains binding their wrists and ankles, making any attempt to escape impossible. The cold metal seemed like an extension of the fear that enveloped them.
"Liana!" Freya exclaimed, distressed. "What happened?"
Liana tried to move, but the chains held her firmly.
"I… I don't know. I was about to transform when one of them hit me."
Her voice was thick with frustration and despair.
Freya felt a shiver run down her spine. They were isolated, without the pack's protection, and the feeling of vulnerability was overwhelming.
"We need to find a way to get loose before they come back," she said, looking around for anything that might help them.
"We can't give up," Liana replied, her fighting spirit still present. "If we can free ourselves, we can find a way back to the forest."
Freya nodded in agreement. They began to examine the chains and the surrounding environment, trying to find a weakness to exploit, but it was no use.
Far away, in the forest, Orion ran with ferocious determination. The wind blew through the canopy of trees, but he focused only on Freya's scent trail, which guided him like a tracker. The pack followed, each moving in perfect sync, the urgency of finding the two young women pulsing through their bodies.
Finally, after running for what felt like an eternity, amidst the smell of earth and leaves, he heard Freya's heart beating. The beat was fast, and it both relieved and worried him. Orion smelled her with increasing intensity, and the connection they shared guided him towards the wall that surrounded the world of ordinary men.
With a swift movement, the Alpha started heading towards the wall. He knew that once there, he would need to find a way in. His mind raced with strategies, but his only certainty was that there was no time to lose.
When the wolves reached the wall, armed men stood guard, watching their every move with wary eyes. Orion, in a decisive act, returned to his human form, his muscles rippling beneath his skin as the members of his pack followed suit, transforming as well. With a fierce and imposing gaze, he stared down at the men who, though armed to the teeth, trembled visibly before him; the aura of power that emanated from him was undeniable.
"We don't want war!" shouted the leader of the men, his voice trembling, betraying the fear he felt.
Orion fixed his gaze on him, the intensity of his stare making the man flinch. Teeth gritted in anger, he exclaimed,
"Where are they?"
The man, sensing the gravity of the situation, took a deep breath before answering.
"They are alive!" he said, urgency in his voice. "I just want you to return my men!"
Orion paused, letting the words sink in. What he heard made him reflect. He knew there were ordinary men being held by the pack, and a plan began to form.
"I know you have our men as prisoners. Return them, and we will hand the women over," exclaimed the man, hope flickering in his eyes.
Fury still burned inside Orion, but logic began to take over his impulsivity. He took a deep breath, trying to calm the maelstrom of emotions.
"Then hand them over!" he ordered, his voice booming like thunder.
"Tomorrow, bring my men, and we will deliver them to you!" stated the leader, a semblance of determination emerging on his face.
Orion looked at Lucky, who stood by his side, and saw approval reflected in his gaze. Lucky's confidence had always been a pillar of strength for the pack, and it emboldened him to move forward with the agreement.
Turning back to the man, Orion spoke with an intensity that made the tension crackle in the air.
"If you harm them, I will tear you limb from limb and feed your men to my wolves."
The fury etched on his face was undeniable, each word carrying the promise of a grim fate should their word be broken.
The men on the ramparts, now paler than before, understood that the stakes were far greater than a simple agreement. Hearts pounded with fear and resolve, and the fate of Freya and Liana hung in the balance of that tense exchange.
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