Chapter Five ~ My Fianna

Freya Rose

I wanted desperately to run over to Mason and check if he was alright, but I knew if I didn't act fast Stevie would be killed for sure. This time Finn didn't react to my order for him to stop. The only reason I could think of, was that earlier when I screamed at him to get off of Mason, I wasn't ascended, and now I was. So, I descended as quickly as I could. Finn was only seconds away from reaching Stevie, who was now huddled in the corner of the room and shaking like a leaf.

“Finn, no!” I bellowed as soon as I'd descended.

His wolf stopped dead in its tracks just like it had earlier, but this time it repeatedly shook it's head as if trying to fight against my orders. Finnley mind linked me in a panic,

“Freya! Please help me,” his voice was so frantic, it was the plea form a desperate man. “I'm trying to hold him back, but he's too strong for me. If we can't stop him, he's going to kill her. Please, Freya I can't watch him kill her. I'll never be able to live with myself...”

I knew I had to calm him down and fast. Finnley freaking out like that was making him weak and he was unintentionally handing more power and control over to his wolf.

“Finn! Listen to me carefully. You need to calm the fuck down. Do you hear me?” It sounded a little harsh, but I had no time to pussyfoot around. I took his silence as a cue to continue, so I shouted as loud as I could, “you're feeding your wolf. The weaker and more freaked out you get, the stronger he becomes. Take a few deep breaths and focus on shoving that son of a bitch back in his box. You need to show him that you call the shots, okay!?” I kept silent for a few moments and heard Finn taking in some deep breaths. “Good, keep it up Finn. You can do this!”

As I encouraged Finn I could hear his wolf snarling in defiance through the mind link.

“I guess you're not going to go quietly huh my little wolf?” I said in the mind link in a mocking tone.

His wolf didn't like that one little bit and he instantly spun around to face me, teeth bared and snarling viciously. He bravely began to stalk towards me. A smile spread across my face. I instantly knew that I could provoke his wolf and that was very useful to know. See, Finn and his wolf were polar opposites. Finn seemed very sweet and caring and he needed to be treated with patience and understanding, but his wolf was just a cruel and hot-headed little prick. He needed to be dominated and put in his place.

I was still getting to know my wolf and we had a few disagreements and opposing views, but she hadn't gone out of her way to argue with me or ever tried to overpower me in any way. I couldn’t imagine how Finn was feeling. When you shift for the first-time, space is made within your mind for the new inhabitant. It's an extremely strange feeling to experience, all of your thoughts are no longer your own. You have someone else there listening in and watching through your eyes constantly. They're a permanent part of you, but they have their own thoughts and feelings that you have to take into consideration and there is no getting away from them. You have to fight tooth and nail to push them away if you want a little time alone.

I enjoyed having my wolf around all the time, she made me feel loved and safe. Finn, on the other hand, was struggling to connect with his wolf. The more he despised him and pushed him away, the more the wolf felt like a separate being. I guess that was why he was feeling strong enough to disobey Finn and why he is now squaring up to me. I watched with amusement as Finn's wolf raised his head and puffed out his chest trying to make himself look more intimidating. With someone else, I am sure his display would have been more than adequate and make the opponent crap their pants, but I was finding his actions quite entertaining.

“Are you challenging me pup?” I asked as I tilted my head at him and smirked.

Don't get me wrong he was a huge wolf. His body oozed with strength and confidence, but I also knew that I was his creator and I could snuff him out in an instant. I didn't exactly know where my newfound sense of grandeur came from. Maybe it was because I was a hybrid, or because I was the future Fionn, now that my father was dead. Maybe it was because I was his dam, the one that created him. Or maybe, just maybe, I'd spent a little too much time with Selene. I chuckled to myself as I thought of Selene's giant ego rubbing off on me. Whatever it was, I knew this wolf didn't stand a chance against me. Finn's wolf growled in response to my accusation, and with a resounding snap of his powerful jaws, I was snatched away from my thoughts and thrown back into the task at hand.

“I accept your challenge my little pup!” I spat back at him then swiftly began to shift into my own wolf.

I'd had to push her deep into the back of my mind throughout the whole situation. She didn't approve at all of me fighting against our son to save a hunter, but her need to protect me was far greater. With this pup’s direct challenge, she needed no invitation to come forward. She wanted to teach him a lesson for the downright disrespect he was showing us. It would be only my second full shift and I expected it to be excruciatingly painful like it was in the woods, but it wasn't.

Oh, for sure it hurt like a bitch every time one of my bones snapped and broke, but by the time the bone had reshaped itself and set again in its new place, the pain was gone. This shift took less than sixty seconds. I'd watched many of Tristan's pack shift and Landon was the fastest shifter they had, but even he took longer than 2 minutes to fully shift. I guessed that the hunter side of me sped up the process. Whatever the reason I damn well loved it. The thought of being able to shift in mere seconds was such an ego boost, I could just imagine the shocked look on Tristan's face. Finn's wolf lunged towards me, but I managed to jump to the side and out of his reach. Even with my mind distracted, he was too slow for us. Luckily my wolf had taken over while I was busy procrastinating.

“Thanks for saving our ass...um.” I addressed my wolf.

I got stuck though, I had no idea what to call her.

“We can think of names for me later Freya. Please focus! We are strong, but it still needs the both of us to teach this pup a lesson!” My wolf scolded me for my lack of focus.

“Sorry,” I replied. I got my mind in the game and prepared myself to fight. I didn't have to do much except keep an eye out for surprise attacks. It was very odd watching through my own eyes but not having any control over my body’s movements. “Let’s do this!” I encouraged my wolf and her howl boomed loudly around the room in response.

I chuckled when I saw Finn's wolf stiffen and his eyes widen when he finally scanned over our monumental wolf form. The silly pup had been so impatient in attacking us, before he'd had a chance to size us up properly. My wolf form was well over a foot taller than his and about twenty-five pounds heavier. The average werewolf was only slightly bigger than your normal everyday Timberwolf. Finn was roughly in-between my size and a large sized werewolf. My wolf stretched our neck and shoulders high into the air, towering over Finnley's inferior wolf. She scowled into his ice-blue eyes and curled our lip over our giant canines as she snarled and snapped at the pup. Finn's wolf instantly lowered his body down towards the floor and bowed his head showing us his neck. He looked like he wanted the floor to open up and swallow him whole. I chuckled when I heard him gulp as my wolf began to stalk closer to him. His eyes said it all, he was clearly thinking that he was way in over his head.

Sensing the threat was over my wolf mind linked his and ordered him to shift. He obeyed without protest and began to shift back immediately. An extremely shy, vulnerable and butt naked Finnley now stood in front of us. With his eyes fixated on the ground, he swiftly covered his manhood with both of his hands. Luckily he was quick enough that I didn't catch a glimpse of it. My mind began to wonder thinking to myself that, I'd seen way too many Penis's lately. I was so glad of the fact that I hadn't seen Finnley's as well. With everything going on earlier I hadn't even paid any mind to the fact that I was sitting in a glass box with a completely naked stranger, who now happens to be my son.

“Oh my God, he was hugging me while I cried! Oh my God, where were his bits when he hugged me? Eww, I hope they didn't touch me, that would be so gross.”

I saw out of the corner of my eye, Finn pulling up one side of his mouth into a smirk.

“Oh shit! Is the mind link still open?” I thought in my head.

“Yup,” was Finn's simple but very direct reply.

I rolled my eyes and shook my head, I was mortified. I could hear my wolf howling with laughter.

“Is the link always open when I'm in wolf form?” I questioned her loudly, making sure she could hear me over her howls.

“No, but I knew where your thoughts were going and I thought while I'm in control, it would be funny to let Finn and his wolf hear what you were saying. And I was right, it was hilarious!” She began howling again and I could hear Finn's wolf howling with laughter too.

I was mortified but I couldn't let it show, after all, I was his dam and he needed to show me some respect. I didn't need my wolf thinking she had one over on me either. I instantly pushed my wolf aside in my mind to regain control and began to shift.

“Hey dude, no fair!” She whined and I giggled in response as I shoved her further back inside my mind.

Once I'd finished shifting I looked down at my body and tried to straighten out my shredded clothes.

I struggled with a long-shredded part of my t-shirt. I tried to stretch it across my bare chest, but each time I let it go, it sprung back across my body, exposing my nipples. I huffed in annoyance and chose to cover my breasts with my arm instead. My jeans were also in tatters and were sitting on the floor wrapped around one of my ankles. I lifted my leg to inspect the jeans and shook them off of my foot in defeat, before placing my other hand over my privates.

“One part of shifting that isn't so cool,” I said to Finn as my face grimaced.

He began to chuckle and nodded in response. Our laughter was cut short by Stevie,

“Are you two seriously laughing right now?” She screamed at us both like we were naughty children. We watched her as she got up out of the corner that she'd been huddled in. She had a face like thunder as she stomped towards Finn and continued her rant, “are you fucking serious right now, Finn? You just tried to eat me! Now you’re standing here like you've done fuck all wrong. Having a laugh with this bitch! Finnley she turned you into a monster!”

He cowered down when she stormed towards him. He was obviously used to her flying off the handle like that. Feeling how upset and vulnerable he was, my wolf whined and begged me to help and protect him and this was one time I definitely agreed with her wholeheartedly. I let my arms drop to my side's and stood up tall and strong, before stepping into Stevie's warpath and shielding Finn. Her eyebrow raised and her head tilted in confusion at my actions. I raised both my eyebrows at her and pulled a resting bitch face.

“Finnley, get in the cell!” He didn't hesitate or argue against me, he just walked right into that cell and shut the door behind him. I then blatantly ignored Stevie and addressed Finn. He needed a talking to. I agreed with her that he shouldn't be attacking people like that and I was determined to let him know it. “Finnley, you need to work on your relationship with your wolf. You can't keep pushing him away and hating him. If you do, then he will keep fighting against you for full control. I know it's hard because you're a hunter and your instincts are to try and kill him, but he is a part of you now. You are equals and there needs to be a mutual respect. If you keep letting him take control of you, then you are no better than Tristan's pack. If you can't learn to control him, then I am going to have to insist that you be locked up in here permanently, because I can't bear to think of the alternative option,” I said sorrowfully as I turned and walked away from a desperately depressed and self-loathing Finn.

My wolf whimpered as unsettling thoughts rushed through my mind, if he can't stop his wolf from taking over and attacking hunters, I'll have no choice but to kill him.

I stopped in Stevie's face and illuminated my eyes, I focused on the electricity and heat that was building within my body, and channelled it towards my hands. I held my hands out in front of me with my palms facing her.

“Oh my God!” She gasped and held her own hands out defensively when I ignited my hands.

The flames burned all around my hands and reached a couple of inches high. I smirked at her and raised one eyebrow so that I looked a little crazed.

“I think it's about time for you to leave Stevie, don't you?”

She gulped and nodded her head. I tilted my head to the side and glanced at the security door, indicating for her to leave. She stared at me in horror and I could tell that she wanted to hot foot it out of there, but something was holding her back. Was she finally feeling something other than contempt for Finn? I watched her with fascination, while waiting for her to try and look around me towards Finn, but she didn't, instead, she looked over her shoulder towards the ground. I followed her gaze and saw what she was looking at.

“Leave!” I snarled at her.

She turned quickly and scuttled off out of the door, without so much as a glance back at Finn. I felt bad for him, but I had my own love life to worry about now. I rushed over towards the focus of Stevie's interest and sat down on the cold concrete floor.

“Mason! Mason?” I cried out while I shook him by his shoulders.

He wasn't waking up. I pulled his limp body close to my chest and held his head on my shoulder, then I sobbed into his hair. With my illuminated eyes, I could see his baby pink aura glow fading with each passing second. It was now a dark dusty pink. I begged for the Archangels to make him wake up.

“Accept him,” a soft echoed voice whispered within my mind.

It filled me with a warm and comforting feeling, like I'd just been wrapped in a giant teddy bears embrace. It also sent my electricity and fire feelings into overdrive and it was like I was going to burst into flames at any second. I furrowed my brow while I tried to work out if it was a figment of my imagination or had the Archangels just answered my calls for help? I decided to go along with my insanity, normal logic didn't seem to exist in my life anymore anyway. I mean I spent a holiday on the moon with the mother of all werewolves and vampires for Christ's sake. All I needed now was Santa coming down my chimney and the Easter bunny hopping around outside and I'd be all set to permanently live in a looney bin. A straight jacket, a padded cell, the lot. I didn't exactly know what to say or do, but I went for it anyway.

“Mason Hart. I, Freya Rose, accept you as my Fennid,” I whispered into his ear, then sat back slightly to see what happened. Nothing, nothing fucking happened! Of course not. I thought to myself. I just sounded like I was saying my fucking wedding vows, dude we're not getting married. I tried it again, “Mason I want you to be my soul mate, my lover and my best friend. Please, Mason, come back to me,” I cried out to him then rested my cheek on the top of his head and cried my heart out.

I was fed up of losing people. First, my parents died and I still hadn't processed that yet. Tristan chose someone else over me and threw away the love we had for two years, like it was nothing. Now Mason is dying, the one person that always wanted me no matter how much I hurt him and pushed him away. My wolf whimpered for me as I clutched onto Mason's limp body and sobbed. I squeezed onto him tighter, not ever wanting to let him go.

“My sweet Fennid, I love you,” I whispered to him then kissed his forehead.

I then laid him down on the floor and stood up ready to face the hunters. I knew they would blame me for all of this. Damien's death, Ellie's face, turning Finn and now Mason's death. I fully deserved the blame, I welcomed it all. I felt so numb and empty and I didn't think I could take any more. It was just one disaster after another. Just when I felt like I could pick myself up from the last shit storm, another came right along behind it to keep me face down in the dirt. I didn't want it anymore, I was tired and if the hunters wanted to kill me, then I wasn't going to bother to defend myself.

I just wanted all the pain to stop. My wolf tried to reason with me and begged me not to leave the building, but I pushed her away and zoned her out. I was more than ready for all of this crap to be over. I wanted to be at peace and maybe go to a better place and be with my mom and dad. I wiped away a single tear that had rolled down my cheek as I strolled towards the security door. I swore that would be the last tear I ever shed, as I soon intended to be dead. I stood up tall, puffed out my chest and strode out of the building, more than ready to face my impending fate.

Mason Hart

“I love you too my Fianna.”