Betrayed By The Pack

Freya's POV

Every step was painful as I walked through the pitch-black forest by myself, the cool night air biting into my flesh. Finnick's rejection served as a constant reminder that I was now genuinely alone, like a wound that would not go away. The family I had longed for and the pack I had grown up in are no longer there. With each agonizing heartbeat, the way he gazed at me as if I were nothing tore through me.

Tears obscured my eyes, but I pushed them away and forced myself to continue walking. My feet hurt from the uneven ground, and the jagged branches scratched my arms, but I was unable to stop. I had no goal, no direction, just the intense desire to keep as far away from the pack as possible.

I whispered, my voice catching a sob, "He thinks I'm nothing." "Just a burden."

The truth became more ingrained in my bones as I ventured more into the bush. Now I was alone, cast out and banished. Every time I closed my eyes, I could see Finnick's icy stare and his harsh words replaying in my mind. The pain of betrayal was like a slap across the face.

I walked for hours before collapsing next to a fallen log, fatigue gnawing at me. Here, the only sounds were the rustle of leaves and the occasional owl hoot, and the air was cooler. With everything bearing down on me, I pressed my knees to my chest.

"What caused this to occur?" I muttered into the shadows. "What made me insufficient?"

Nature encompassed me in a void of silence and offered no solutions. I was reminded that I hadn't eaten since the morning by the rumbling in my stomach. Out here, there were only the endless trees and my crushed heart no food. I rubbed my arms to keep warm while I shivered, but the cold crept in mercilessly.

As the hours went by, my hurt and rage started to blend. He humiliated me, but why? Was it not possible for him to turn me down privately? I didn't need to be destroyed in front of everyone by Finnick. Any optimism I had had had been dashed by the Alpha, my mate no, my ex-mate.

I gritted my teeth and said out loud, "I'll survive." "I don't require him. None of them are necessary for me.

I held on to the words, allowing the rage to boil in my chest even if they felt hollow. The agony was outweighed by it. However, uncertainty began to creep in as I lay there with the wind howling through the trees. How am I going to live out here? I had no one, no food, and no shelter.

Days appeared to blend into one another. Every moment was a struggle because the jungle was cruel. My throat was dry from not drinking enough water, and my stomach hurt from hunger. I pushed myself to continue walking, stumbling on wet leaves and over roots. Despite my body's weakness, I continued.

Despite my hoarse voice, I said, "Don't give up, Freya." "You must persevere."

My body screamed in protest, but I kept moving ahead because I raged at Finnick. Every bruise and cut served as a reminder of what he had done to me. He thought I was nothing, but I would show him that I was not. Even if it was only to get even with him, I would live.

However, as the days passed, I started to lose my energy. My strength was ebbing away, and I could feel the fatigue pressing down on me. I tried to push past it, to ignore it, but my steps were becoming wobbly, and my vision was becoming cloudy.

Then an odd thing occurred.

I heard it, a faint murmur, like a voice carried by the wind, as I staggered along the riverbed, struggling to stay upright. I paused and looked around, but nobody was there.

The voice was so quiet that I could hardly hear it as it said, "Freya."

I shuddered as an odd warmth, something new and strong, descended upon me. Something I had never experienced before seemed to be churning deep within me. A weird feeling, like fire and ice mixed, swept through my veins as the voices became more intense.

"What the devil is this?" I touched my chest and whispered. I felt as though I had a hidden power that was just ready to be released.

My head was filled with whispers that became louder, almost like a chorus. My heartbeat accelerated, and I experienced an unexpected increase in strength. It served as a reminder that perhaps just possibly I was more than Finnick had led me to believe. I was carrying something strong within me.

However, the energy vanished as fast as it appeared, leaving me exhausted and feeble.

As I staggered toward the river's edge, my vision became blurry once more. Desperate for a drink, I fell to my knees and dipped my hands in the icy water. As I lifted the water to my lips, my fingers shook, and the sudden cold startled me awake.

However, I knew I couldn't continue in this manner because my strength was rapidly ebbing. No amount of resolve or rage could make my body stop working for me. I had reached my breaking point.

A rush of vertigo swept over me as I struggled to get to my feet. The world spun around me as my legs failed and I fell upon the riverside. I was so tired that I was unable to fight it anymore.

I saw activity across the river just as darkness started to encroach on my field of vision.

A tall man was standing there, half-hidden in the shadows, watching me. He stood tall and self-assured, and he peered down at me with a curious smile on his lips.

"Freya Kael," he said, his tone slightly amused but profound and serene. "This is not how I expected to find you."

I attempted to focus on his face as best I could, but my vision was rapidly deteriorating. His black eyes, shining with an odd curiosity, and his self-assured, knowing smile were all I could see.

"Who are you?" I uttered a barely audible murmur.

He squatted, his features gaining clarity just before darkness fell.

"Someone who's been waiting for you," he said softly, his voice the last thing I heard before I slipped into unconsciousness.