FREJA's Ascent
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A hush fell over the pack as the weight of Freja's words settled in the air. A challenge.
No Omega had ever dared to challenge an Alpha before. It was unheared of. Unthinkable.
And yet, there she stood. Unshaken.
Dickens bared his teeth. "You're a fool if you think you can defeat me".
Freja tilted her head, unconcerned. "Then fight me, Alpha. Unless you're afraid".
Growls rippled through the gathered wolves. A challenge couldn't be ignored—not without Dickens loosing face. His pride wouldn't allow him to back down, even if something in Freja's presence unsettled him.
She smelled different now. Stronger. Wilder. There was something ancient in her eyes, something untamed sent a rare flicker of doubt through him. But he forced it down.
"You'll regret this", he growled, shifting into his wolf form—a massive beast of thick black fur and burning gold eyes.
Freja only smiled as she let the shift take her.
Where once her wolf had been small and weak, she now towered over the others. Her fur gleamed silver under the moonlight, streaked with veins of white like lightening. Gasps rippled through the pack. Even the elders, those who have seen generations pass, stared in awe.
This was no ordinary wolf.
This was somthing more.
Dickens lunged first. He was fast—faster than most—but Freja was faster. She sidestepped effortlessly, her movements fluid as water, and struck. Claws raked against his side, sending him skidding across the dirt. He snarled and spun back, but she was gone, a ghost in the night.
The fight should have been brutal, a clash of power and dominance.But to Freja, it wasn't a fight at all. It was a lesson.
She let Dickens attack, let him wear himself down, dodging every blow with the grace of a shadow. She was toying with him.
For once, the mighty Alpha was powerless.
And he knew it.
With a final lunge, Dickens aimed at her throat—but Freja met him mid-air, slamming him to the ground with a bone-crushing force. Her teeth found his throat but she didn't bite down. Instead, she held him there, her fangs resting against his pulse. a silent message.
She could end him.
But she wouldn't
Not like this.
Slowly, she released him, stepping back as he gasped for breath, defeated and humiliated.
The silence was deafening.
Then one by one, the wolves lowered their heads. Not to Dickens.
To her.
Freja turned her gaze to the pack—the same wolves who had once ignored her, who had let her be cast out without a second thought.
"I am no Omega", she declared, her voice ringing with power."I am no weakling to be discarded". She looked down at Dickens, who still lay in the dirt, his golden eyes filled with something he had never felt before—fear.
"I am your Alpha now".
And as the wind carried her words through the night, the pack howled in response.
Freja has returned.
And this time, no one will ever cast her aside again.
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