Freya was dropped into a silent area in the pack’s vicinity, where the harsh sun touched the most during the day. It was an area anyone barely walked into. She laid there feeling broken and battered for what felt like hours.
At some point, she lost consciousness and didn’t realize it when the day bled into evening. The sun had been so harsh it was brutal against her opened wounds.
If she had never cherished her recently discovered abilities to heal before, it was today she did. “Stay strong, Freya. Just hold on.” And there again, after a long time, was the voice in her head.
She couldn’t help but cling to it. She wasn’t alone after all. The voice in her head, as mysterious as it had been since she was little, was always with her, even if it didn’t show up when she needed it atimes.
“Fr
