The Twin Witches

Chapter 4

Freya~

“Sorry”,she said as she looked up and saw a handsome man with emerald green eyes staring at her. She averted her eyes as she heard someone growling behind her.

“Get away from her” a commanding voice called behind Freya. It was Alex Whitlock, the future King of Crescent Moon’s pack. Freya turned around and scolded him.

“What's with the growling Alex, you can’t always scare all the handsome guys I came to bump into, do you?”

"What?" “You think he's handsome?” Alex taunted.

"Boyfriend?" The guy asked in a low voice as he introduced himself.

“I'm sorry for staring but I thought you were someone else. You just look exactly the same except for the hair”, he explained.

“Oh let me guess, she’s your girlfriend or ex girlfriend”, Alex retorted.

“No, Anthony of Bluewater” Anthony introduced to Alex as he reached out his hand to shake. Alex had just ignored Anthony as he dragged Freya with him out into the hallway. Freya looked back to Anthony and saw his confused eyes, she wanted to meet him again. She pulled herself back from Alex's hold as she stood there in anger. She was in love with him since she was fifteen but he didn't even look at her. He had been with different girls and was so irritating and arrogant. He had changed after he turned eighteen and got his wolf. Now he noticed her and was protective over her.

“What is wrong with you? Why can't you be nice to him?” Freya asked angrily.

“Why are you angry? Do you like him because he is handsome? Alex mocked at her.

Freya was seething with anger and left Alex alone in the hallway. She went to take a walk to cool down.

Her name is Freya Wilson, a young werewolf in Crescent Moon pack, she's adopted by the beta couple who found her in the forest. She was injured when they found her. They thought she had fallen off the cliff near where they found her. She doesn't remember how she got there, she only had a necklace with a crescent moon shaped pendant and a paper on her pocket with the name Freya written on it. Freya has beautiful thick, wavy and medium length ginger hair and she's independent and strong. She goes to school in Crescent moon high school and in her free time she trained to be a warrior.

She went without a destination, how could he be so rude to Anthony. His eyes, she couldn't forget his eyes piercing into her soul. She was drawn to him but she felt the same to Alex, if not that he is an arrogant ass and a player, Freya would be all over Alex. Her birthday is coming soon, could it be that they miscalculated how old she was, that she will be turning eighteen instead of seventeen and she would be able to feel the mate bond? If she is, does that mean it's either Alex or Anthony? Could it be both? Oh Goddess, No! as she shook her head.

“Freya, hey wait up” Freya’s friend called her. She stopped and waited for her friend. Her friend Sheila is slender, curvaceous, and striking. She has pale blue eyes, medium length brunette hair.

“What happened?" “ Sheila asked

“Why do you ask?"

“I've been calling you three times but you just went ahead without noticing I was there”,Sheila implied.

“Sorry” she apologized. They continued walking until they reached the pack's training ground. It is located between the packhouse and forest. When they train their wolves into fighting, they will have so much adrenaline so they used to let their wolves run into the forest to cool down.

“Hey sis, Hey Sheila” Fredrick greeted them. He is Freya's adopted brother.

“What's up with you and Alex?” he asked.

“Nothing” she answered shortly.

"Nothing?" “ He was at the gym mumbling about the name Anthony and that you think he's handsome “. Her brother told her.

Freya was laughing and Fredrick narrowed his eyes at her.

“Has Alex's ego been hurt?” Freya laughed louder. She'd stopped laughing abruptly as her eyes clouded. Sheila and Fredrick look at her as her eyes come back to normal within a minute.

“What is it?” Both asked her.

“Nothing important”, as she looked at Sheila. “ Hey, do you want to go to the city tomorrow? I need to go to the public library to borrow some books”,she asked her friend.

"Again?" “How could you read all those books you had borrowed? Sheila implored.

“My sister is a bookworm,” her brother teased.

“I loved books”