Freya's POV
The air was filled with cries of pain, gunfire, and growling as the battlefield descended into pandemonium. As I saw my pack battle Kade's forces, my heart raced. There was destruction and blood wherever I looked.
"Freya! Finnick's voice broke through the cacophony. He was using precise and lethal motions to repel three of Kade's troops. "They're pushing us back!"
I called forth my energy and gave a harsh nod. As if alive, the relic pulsed softly in my grasp, pleading with me to release its power. However, each time I considered utilizing it, I hesitated. It was too dangerous, too powerful.
Bloodied but determined, Kael raced up to me. "Freya, we need you. We cannot continue this for very long, even though the warriors are holding their ground.
With shaking hands, I took a deep gulp. The artefact appeared to weigh more than before. Was utilizing it worth the chance of ruining everything?
