After that, they both fell into a deep, thoughtful state, and for another half an hour, neither said anything. Instead, they just tried to make sense of everything.
On the other side of the realm, Freyja's heart was half broken. She tried to sleep, but all she did was clinging to her sheets on the bed. Now, embalming her entire room was the stench of their lovemaking and his sweet scent. She felt bad for acting that way towards him, but what choice did she really have; she felt trapped between a rock and a hard place.
On the one hand, she wanted him, she could feel his gentleness around her, and she believed what Rhea said that he would protect her, while on the other hand, she knew if his father is really the culprit behind her parent's murder, certainly he wanted her dead as well. And nothing was keeping him from finishing the job if he found out who she really was. A flash of that night appeared in her head, leaving her with a bitter taste, and tears started pouring from her eyes, remembering her mother's and father's figures with a severed spine that was an image she wished so hard to forget but couldn't. Some part of her held tight to that image, hoping for revenge. That was one of the key points of her cruelty. Because she knew there were people worse than her, and that image alone proved it.
To make sense of her life and the Moon Goddess's mysterious plan, she had to do something her Mother Josephine begged her not to and look closely into her parent's murder. She wanted to avenge them, but she wanted to know the truth more. After being set on revenge for so long, despite her mother constantly telling her to let it go, she became content that exacting revenge will not bring her parents back. Therefore, she moved her focus on living a fulfilled life and making them proud. For her, their spirits would always be there. But now, all those bottled feelings surfaced back to life faster than she would've imagined, powerful than ever before. Her eyes went dark. She wanted blood. She wished that the person responsible will suffer, yet that came at an enormous price. If she was right, if Hade's father was the culprit, she would have to kill him, and that would for sure be an act he will never forgive her for. In fact, he shouldn't forgive her, she thought.
"Are you going to give up on happiness for the sake of revenge?" Rhea asked gloomily.
"If avenging my parents means I would have to suffer in love, yes," Freyja replied, a fire burning in her eyes.
"Will it be worth it though, think of what your mother kept saying. Revenge will not bring them back," Rhea's voice was like a cold shower over her.
"I know that, but I can't leave things like this either," Freyja said, sniffling.
"Look, no matter what you choose, I will be here for you. I just don't want to see you suffer at your own doing." this time, Rhea's voice was comforting.
Although her wolf was always on her side, they had a good relationship since she came to her and shifted for the first time. Rhea was always there for her, and Freyja could understand why her wolf's feelings were so conflicted.
By the time she finally fell asleep, she probably slept for 30 minutes before the alarm on her phone brought her back to reality after pressing the snooze button twice. Finally, she reluctantly dragged her feet out of bed and went to take a shower, hoping the cool water will wake her up completely. But, unfortunately, this was turning into her worst nightmare. At this time, she just wanted someone to wake her up and tell her it was all a bad dream. But, with no one able to fulfill her wish, she had to swallow the bitter truth.
With newfound determination, she picked a black elegant solid off-shoulder jumpsuit from her closet, matched with a pair of high heel stilettos, big round earrings, and a small necklace she always wore partly hidden under the jumpsuit. Even though she knew the necklace didn't work with all her outfits, she would rather die before taking that off. She only took it off when she showered because she was afraid it might get ruined from the bath products. She did not know if her assumption was valid or not, but she wasn't about to test it out. The necklace was a gift from her parents when she was four, and it was her sole memento of them, as everything else from them was probably long destroyed by the havoc that followed in the pack after their deaths. It was thin, entirely made of silver, cute but elegant, with only one lapis lazuli stone entrapped in a beautifully crafted cage built from the same material as the rest of it. The necklace stood at the bottom of her neck, with the stone resting itself right between her collarbone. Because she didn't feel like styling her hair, she combed it smoothly and went over to the car.
Given current events, her mood was gloomy. Hence, she had Simon take care of the driving while she sat in the back typing furiously on her laptop. Soon she realized cancelling meetings yesterday wasn't her best call as they came to bite her in the back. The entire road to the headquarters of Lycaea group, all she did was schedule and reschedule meetings. Finally, when she arrived at the entrance of her building, she felt something was amiss. She could not get rid of the feeling someone was watching her, which was strange because few people knew what she looks and even if they did, they feared her enough not to mess with her. But recalling last night made her fear that someone was purposefully watching her. Immediately, she thought of getting a security detail, given she didn't have a habit of keeping any security guards with her. While taking a mental note of that, she got into the building quickly and almost ran to her office. As soon as she got into her office, Lisa met her with another cold brew. Freyja loved that stuff. Since she already knew today's agenda, the assistant didn't have to brief her about that. Heading to her office to grab some paperwork, she stopped in her tracks before turning to Lisa.
"I need you to find me, four men that can become my security detail, the best people there are for this job and the best PI in the fifth realms. I don't care how much it costs, just have them here by tonight," Freyja said sternly, then turned back to go into her office.
The request puzzled Lisa. Her boss never wanted a security detail, not even when asked to have them. Freyja declined any guards while saying she can take care of herself. What's going on, Lisa wondered, and a PI, what does her boss need a PI for? With 100 questions in her head but determined to find the best of the best, she started calling connections and searching for the people her boss asked for.
By the end of the day, Freyja's head was spinning from all the meetings, an imploding migraine threatening her head. Finally, feeling exhausted, she got to her office and threw herself on the couch. Five minutes, she just needed five minutes of quiet. Then, suddenly, she heard a soft knock on the door, followed by Lisa's soft tone of voice.
"Miss, I have found the men you told me to look for, but only the security guards could come on such short notice. The PI will be here tomorrow for an interview," Lisa spoke in a voice barely audible, sensing Freyja didn't want to be disturbed.
Freyja got up from the couch and made her way to her desk, crashing into her office chair behind it.
"Let's meet them," exhaustion clear in her tone.
Because she sensed Freyja's exhaustion, Lisa wanted to rush this informal interview as much as possible. Naturally, therefore, she tried to hurry the four men inside, but before she could even open the door to invite them in when a loud bang threw the door open.
Following the bang, a well-built man stepped into the room. His right eye was bearing a big scar that left you to wonder how whatever did that didn't remove his eye. With one eye deep red and the other a clear light blue, so light that it would look entirely white if not for the soft darker contour of his iris and pupil. While carrying a toothpick in his mouth, he looked indifferent and cold. Together with his long red hair raised in a high raised ponytail, leaving a small shorter portion fall on his face that would slightly cover his deep scar on his eye and completing his look with an all-leather outfit. In addition, his jacket had spikes on the shoulders, as did his fingerless gloves, while two chains were hanging from his belt. From the carelessly placed knives on both sides of the belt, you could see he was armed to the teeth. Around his neck, he carried army tags along with another silvery chain that had a pentagram on it. The black shirt under his opened jacket was letting all those well-worked muscles reveal themselves, and Lisa almost gulped aloud at the sight of him. As soon as he entered, he sat leisurely on the couch, smirking at Freyja.
Second in the room, following the redhead, entered a silvery-blue-haired man. Lisa wasn't sure if her eyesight was going bad, but his hair had a pastel blue glow, and his eyes matched his hair in a pale blue. Like the first man, he was well-built, and he played with his gun like it was his favourite toy. In addition, he matched the other's man's all-leather outfit but removed the spikes and his white shirt under his jacket hanged a bit more loosely. He had two piercings under his bottom lip while he raised medium-long hair in a high-rise ponytail similar to the other man with one strand braided on the left side. After seating himself beside the first man, he winked at Lisa playfully, then became absorbed by his game with the gun.
Next, a dark-haired man entered the room. Although his body was on the skinnier side, you could feel his powerful aura. Tattoos covered his entire body from the neck to his arms, and Lisa couldn't see anymore despite slightly wanting to see more. On his hands, there were various rings, and he had a tattoo on each finger. He shaved a quarter of his head, revealing a fully pierced ear while he tied the rest of his hair up. In addition, he also had a lip piercing on the right side of his bottom lip and a brow piercing on his left brow. His eyes were a bright red, and his clothing didn't match the others. Wearing only a large male tank top on him and straight black jeans, he carried a hand-rolled cigarette in his hand that he was dying to light up.
The fourth and last to come had deep purple hair. With the grace of a lord, his face was stone cold. At the same time, he was wearing an elegant Victorian male jacket and matching pants, while his eyes were a beautiful shade of grey. Comparatively to the other men, his hair was of medium length, and he didn't tie it up, allowing it to cover his face slightly.
Lisa wondered what are they doing working as a security detail team. They all looked so handsome they could be models. Not to mention their behaviour and how they entered the room. It was like someone took them straight from the photoshoot of the latest Vogue magazine and brought them here.
At the sight of the four men, Freyja didn't know if she was joyous or if she wanted to rip them apart.