Freya "I am Freya Collins, an 18-year-old she-wolf from the Midnight Pack. The pack remained unaware of my wolf existence as I lacked a discernible scent, and I had no intention of revealing this aspect to them. Raised by my adoptive parents, Dad Lucas and Mom Rica, both esteemed pack warriors, I've been showered with love and support. Unbeknownst to the rest of the pack, my adoptive parents have been training me since childhood. Discovered by my adoptive parents within the pack borders, the circumstances of my arrival remain a mystery. I lack any recollection of events leading up to my awakening in the pack hospital. My adoptive parents informed me that I had suffered severe injuries, possibly contributing to my memory loss. Out of love, I've refrained from delving into the details of my past, trusting in the care and affection they've provided." "My adoptive parents revealed essential details about my identity; I was the daughter of an alpha, a fact they insisted I keep concealed

Matteo "Why, all of a sudden, Your Highness, are you proposing the idea of organizing a friendly fight tournament?" inquired Alpha Daniel, his expression filled with confusion. "I've been a part of the pack for months now, and I'm interested in observing the growth in strength among the pack members," I explained. "The king tasked me with reporting on the pack's abilities. He wants to ensure that everyone is capable of defending themselves when the need arises," I added, aiming to dispel any suspicions he might harbor. "I understand. I take pride in noting that everyone is putting in their best effort, and we regularly conduct training sessions for all. When do you intend to schedule the tournament?" "How about a week from now?" I responded. "That works for me," he replied, and a sense of satisfaction filled me. "I prefer to make the announcement personally, so I'll head to the pack school," I declared, rising from my seat and glancing at Calvin. He nodded and gestured towards th

Freya "Frey," called Clay and Alec. I glared at Joric and Britney, my only recourse at the moment. "I didn't sign up; it's them," I explained, gesturing towards the future alpha and the frustrated Luna. "The dumb and the dumber," I added, and they both chuckled before turning serious. "You realize you can't back out, right? The Lycan prince expects us to take responsibility for our actions and make our own decisions. That's why he arranged the tournament with a week-long preparation," Alec said, and I nodded. I was uncertain whether to appear vulnerable to them or not. "I didn't want to join either," I admitted. I knew Mom and Dad would be concerned when they found out. I sighed deeply. I needed to contemplate this carefully because Pi had been on edge ever since we met our mate. She seemed different, always sensible, but I sensed something was amiss with her. "There were instances when we sensed our friends' disloyalty. I could sense her anger and fury, as if she wished harm upon

Freya"I had to distance myself from him. Controlling Pi was already a challenge; she yearned to leap at him, a move that would inevitably lead to trouble. As the Lycan prince, such an act would be disrespectful, even if he were my mate. The fact that he couldn't scent me added an additional layer of complexity. His rejection could be profoundly painful for us.Fortunately, Clay and Alec were unwavering in their support and attentiveness. Their presence during this challenging time was indispensable. Turning my back on my mate, I refrained from looking back. If only it were that simple to approach him and assert my claim. As hope dwindled, I sighed, acknowledging the difficulty of winning him over.The pack run was about to commence, and with the prince's apology, we gathered once again. Clay and Alec remained close, vigilant and protective. Growls reached my ears, and turning around, I found them directed at me. Smiling, I said, 'Let's go.'Running together, I attempted to match their

Matteo I gripped the armrest tightly, observing Britney swiftly closing in on Freya, and anxiety began to gnaw at me. A sigh of relief escaped me as my mate skillfully evaded her. However, the relentless onslaught from Britney persisted, effortlessly dodged by Freya. As the skirmish unfolded, my concerns for Freya diminished; she strategically used her intellect, giving me confidence that she aimed to tire out her opponent and strike back when necessary. It seemed she was the type of fighter who valued precision over wasting energy on unnecessary hits. A smug expression on Freya's face indicated her readiness to retaliate, catching Britney's attention and causing her to pause briefly. Though it was short-lived, as Freya quickly closed the distance, poised with a clenched fist, ready to take down her adversary. Yet, Britney anticipated the move, stepping back just in time. I couldn't deny Britney's skill, but what surprised me was when Freya landed a left jab on her face. Britney sta