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2. Across the Shoulder hug
It had been three weeks since the sky people descended from the heavens and came crashing into the forest. Two since Freya agreed to aid them in any way she saw fit. And one since her pack forsook her for fraternizing with, what they considered to be, the enemy. Anyone who wasn’t part of the pack was the enemy to her family. They had survived for centuries on this very notion. It was what kept them from perishing up until the humans decided to have their petty nuclear war; when things were at their most dire.
They didn’t live in those times anymore. Humans have returned, after the most brief of absences. While the ones who evolved from the nuclear disaster were just as dangerous, if not more so, as the humans from before. These sky people were not. They were all incredibly young, lost. They needed some sort of guidance or they would surely die. Freya sought for her pack to be that guidance. But they didn’t agree. They threatened to exile her if she continued to help the sky people. But she couldn’t just leave them at the mercy of the others.
She took the banishment and didn’t look back. In fact, she hadn’t thought about it until she witnessed a sweet moment pass between the siblings Bellamy and Octavia. The pangs of loneliness had never been so poignant until that moment. She fled. Into the familiar woods to mourn the loss of her pack in solitude. She would never have a moment like that again. Not with any member of her family. What had she been thinking? Going against her own brethren for a collection of wayward adolescence. She barely knew any of them and they hadn’t seemed very grateful when she appeared to stay for good.
The only one she felt any sort of connection with was Bellamy. They were usually at an odds. Confrontation seemed to be his preferred manner of social interaction. But he reminded her of the strongest members of her pack. There was a familiarity in his actions that were akin to her brother, Bjorn. She respected Bellamy, even if he didn’t think much of her.
Leaves crunched beneath boots behind her and suddenly Freya wasn’t alone anymore. She knew who it was before he came to sit next to her. His scent quickly becoming as familiar to her as her own. Bellamy. She noticed a wet stain on the rock below her and realized she had been crying. Freya sniffled and wiped the tears from her eyes. She felt the weight of his arm reach across the length of her shoulders. She smiled a little. The gesture was a comforting one. “I’m afraid you’ve found me at my weakest.” Freya stated. Drying the last of the tears from her eyes. “I’m not normally this pathetic.”