Dark Moon Rising

More Alike, Than Would Like To Admit

Freya POV

More Alike, Than Would Like To Admit

As we walked down the dimly lit hallway, the tension between Lucian and myself became very much visible, pressing down on us like a suffocating blanket. The echo of the man’s screams still lingers as a haunting reminder of the dark savagery that lurks beneath our control. As we walked down, I felt the air getting thicker with the weight of our actions, like a darkness that clings to us almost like a shadow.

At the moment, the silence between us was heavy, every step we took echoed in the corridor like a countdown. I glanced at Lucian, his jaw was clenched in a silent resolve, but the storm behind his eyes was impossible not to notice. We’re allies by circumstance, not by choice, and the fractures in our partnership are starting to show

I have done him great wrong deeds, even though he deserved worse, he actually caused all that I did to him. But now that we are partners it made me almost regret my actions towards him, I fear our past actions towards each other might lead to a disruption to our goal.

Guilt gnaws at the edges of my conscience, reminding me of the line we’ve crossed—again. We’ve embraced the darkness in pursuit of our goals, and now it’s consuming us both. As we reached the end of the hallway, Lucian’s phone rang, shattering the silence like a clap of thunder.

He pulled it out, glancing at the screen before answering with his roaring voice, “Yeah?”

I can’t hear the other side, but I watch him, reading the tension in his face. His brow furrows, his jaw tightens, and his stormy eyes grow darker. The conversation was short, with a few terse words before he hung up and slipped the phone back into his pocket.

“Trouble?” I ask, keeping my voice steady.

Lucian shrugs, but the tension in his shoulders betrays him. “Nothing I can’t handle.”

I scoff quietly. “Of course.”

He shoots me a sharp glare. “What’s that supposed to mean, Freya?” His voice lowers, his Norse accent more pronounced.

“Nothing,” I say, brushing it off, but it’s clear he’s not letting this go.

“Didn’t sound like nothing to me,” he mutters, stepping closer, his gaze locked on mine.

I take a step back, instinctively, but it’s not enough. He moves faster, closing the distance, backing me against the wall, his arms caging me in. I glance to the side, noticing Fenrir and Seraphina retreating out of sight.

Great. Just what I need—an audience.

“Spit it out, Freya,” Lucian demands his face inches from mine, his breath hot. “What do you really think?”

I narrow my eyes. “You want to know what I think? I think you’re an arrogant, self-absorbed bastard who cares for no one but himself.”

His jaw tightens, muscles straining as he pushes me further into the wall. “You don’t know a damn thing about me,” he growls. “And if anything, you’ve just described yourself.”

His words sting, but I refuse to let him see how much they hit. “At least I own my flaws,” I retort. “I don’t hide behind a mask.”

Lucian scoffs, his breath hot against my skin. “You’re just as ruthless as anyone else in this game, Freya. You hide behind your so-called morals, but deep down, you’re no different.”

My chest burns with anger. “I don’t leave a trail of destruction in my wake like you do, Lucian.”

His eyes narrowed, and for a brief moment, I saw something raw and unguarded. “You think I’m proud of what I’ve done? You think I don’t carry that weight with me every single day?”

His vulnerability throws me off balance, but I can’t afford to let my guard down. “Maybe you should think about the consequences before you act,” I snap. “Instead of dragging everyone else down with you.”

Lucian stepped back slightly, his eyes still locked on mine. “And what about you, Freya? How far are you willing to go? How many lives are you willing to sacrifice for your cause?”

I open my mouth to respond, but no words come out. The truth is, I don’t know. I’ve never been forced to confront that question. But I’ll be damned if I let him see my uncertainty.

“We’re not the same,” I say, my voice firm despite the turmoil inside. “I’ll do whatever it takes to protect my pack and those I care about, but I won’t become a monster in the process.”

For a moment, Lucian’s gaze softens, and the tension between us shifts. “Maybe,” he mutters, almost to himself, “maybe we’re more alike than we want to admit.”

I swallow hard, my heart pounding. “Maybe,” I concede.

We stand there for a beat longer, the silence heavy with unspoken words. Finally, I break it. “We should go,” I say, ducking under his arm and heading toward the staircase.

I glance back to see him still standing by the wall, his jaw is still clenched. After a little while he pushed off the wall, placed his hands back into his pockets, and walked toward me, he gave me one last look before passing by.

He is not that bad looking if I must be sincere, talking about being sincere, he is really handsome, but he's just not my type, he is better off an enemy than anything. This alliance will soon come to an end, it's just for a short while.

We made our way to my car in silence. I slid into the driver’s seat and pulled out the blindfold, holding it out to him. Lucian glares but snatches it out of my hand, tying it around his eyes with quick, rough movements.

As I started the engine and drove toward the gates, I couldn't help but think that the feeling that the shadows we were running from were closer than ever.