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Freya’s jaw was set, eyes glinting with determination. “Whether I can pilot the helicopter or not is my business, not yours,” she said coolly, her voice cutting through the tense atmosphere.
“Freya, I’ve been waiting for you,” Abel Thorne said briskly, striding toward her. There was no trace of impatience in his tone, only the calm authority of a Thorne elder, seasoned by decades of pack politics.
“I’m ready at any moment to fly to the offshore ind for the rescue mission,” Freya responded without hesitation. Her wolf instincts were already keyed to the storm–tossed ocean, to the trapped employees who had no one else to rely on.
“Good,” Abel said simply, gesturing for her to follow. “The helicopter is on the rooftop helipad.”
The security guards who had previously attempted to block her path now hesitated, their human caution faltering in the presence of hermanding aura. No one dared challenge the Bloodmoon Pack operative.
Jocelyn spoke up with incredulity. “Abel, are you really letting Freya fly the helicopter for the rescue?”
Abel’s gaze swept past her toward Aurora. “Then who else? Aurora? You really think she’s going to do it?” His eyes lingered on the Beta pilot of the Bluemoon Airborne Wing, whose previous insistence that Freya apologize had irked him. His distaste was subtle but palpable.
Jocelyn opened her mouth, but no words came. She could only watch as Freya, followed by Ss Whitmor, Alpha of the Irond Coalition, ascended the private elevator with Abel.
Jocelyn’s eyes narrowed, sharp and calcting. “Well, since Freya is taking the helicopter for the rescue, then you…” She paused, her voice carrying a dangerous edge.
“Ha,” Aurora muttered under her breath, “Abel really does think Freya can handle this. Just wait. Flying a helicopter over that offshore ind isn’t.
simple stunt. She’ll fail.” Her steps quickened as she strode toward the elevator, her pride driving her forward. I want see her mess this up firsthand!”
“Exactly! And then she’ll have to beg you to take over the rescue!” Jocelyn followed, her own excitement mingled with anxiety.
Caelum stood silently beside them. His eyes, however, betrayed nothing, his wolf senses alert and sharp. He had seen Freya pilot a helicopter before, and he knew her skills exceeded even Aurora’s ims of mastery. In his mind, the silent prediction was chilling: <b>the </b>one who would embarrass themselves was not Freya, but Aurora.
The elevator chimed, doors sliding open to reveal the rooftop helipad Freya was already approaching <b>a </b>sleek, reinforced SkyVex Armaments helicopter, her movements fluid and precise. Ss stepped forward suddenly, hand gripping her shoulder.
<b>“</b><b>I </b>could have found another pilot,” he said, his voice low but urgent. “It doesn’t have to be you.”
Freya shook her head, a wolfish glint in her amber eyes. “There’s no time. Every minute we dy increases the chance of a sessful rescue. I’m going now.”
<b>“</b><b>I’ll </be
with you,” Ss added instinctively, concern shing across his <b>face</b><b>. </b>
“You’re not trained for a rescue mission like this,” Freya said firmly, her wolf instincts warning her <b>of </b><b>the </b><b>dangers</b><b>. </b><b>“</b>It <b>would </b>only be a hindrance. Trust me–everything will be fine.”
Ss met her gaze for a long moment, the air between them charged with unspoken acknowledgment. <b>“</b><b>I’ll </b>wait for your return,” he said finally, <b>a </b><b>promise </b>wrapped in an Alpha’s patience and protection.
Freya climbed into <b>the </b>cockpit, fingers brushing over the controls as <b>her </b>Wolf senses <b>synchronized </b><b>with </b>the machine<b>. </b>Engines roared to life<b>, </b><b>vibrating </b>under her touch, and in moments, the helicopter lifted off<b>, </b><b>cutting </b><b>through </b><b>the </b><b>city </b><b>skyline </b>and heading toward the offshore ind.
Aurora’s eyes went <b>wide </b><b>as </b>she watched <b>the </b><b>helicopter </b><b>ascend </b>and <b>stabilize </b>perfectly <b>i </b>
supposed rival. was flying smoothly<b>, </b>confidently, the <b>n </b>
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that Freya was bluffing, that she would falter under pressure. Yet here she was,manding the helicopter with wless expertise.
A surge of fury coursed through Aurora. Her mind raced: if Freyapleted the rescue, she would steal the spotlight. She, who had intended to demonstrate superiority, would instead be overshadowed. No–this was uneptable. She needed to intervene, to assert dominance before Freya could seed.
“I’ll go too,” Aurora said abruptly, her voice dripping with determination. She turned to Jocelyn. “I’ll ensure this mission is done properly. Freya may fly the helicopter, but she doesn’t have my experience as a professional pilot. The winds near the ind are unpredictable. If anything goes wrong, she’ll be at risk–and I can’t allow that.”
Jocelyn’s eyes lit up with a calcting gleam. “Very well, then. Go ahead,” she said loudly, intentionally drawing Ss‘ attention. “Freya has been out of service for years–who knows how rusty her skills have be?”
Abel, nodding with quiet approval, dispatched a rescue team to apany Aurora on the helicopter.
Aurora turned to Caelum. “You’lle with me.”
“I?” Caelum hesitated, ncing at his injured wrist. “I’m not sure how much help I can be.”
“You don’t need to help with the flying,” Aurora said, her voice firm, authoritative. “Having you there is enough. It will give me the confidence to focus entirely on the rescue.” She wanted him to witness firsthand how she outperformed Freya, how her skills and heroism surpassed Freya.
“Caelum, you’ll apany Aurora,” Jocelyn urged. She, too, hoped Aurora would reach the ind first<b>, </b>securing her position as the more capable rescuer.
Caelum’s lips pressed together. He wanted to argue–the fact that Ss had not gone himself made this pointless–but against Jocelyn’s insistence and Aurora’s determined presence, he had no choice but toply. With a deep breath, he followed Aurora toward the second helicopter, his mind silently tracking Freya’s ascent, already calcting the probabilities.
Above the city, two helicopters now tore toward the stormshed offshore ind. One carried Freya Thorne, poised and confident, a wolf among men and machines. The other carried Aurora, Beta pilot of the Bluemoon Pack, determined to prove herself, her every instinct sharpened by pride and ambition.
And in the silent, high–stakes sky, the pack instincts<b>, </b>pride, and skill of all involved would collide, each Alpha, Beta, and operative testing limits not just of technology, but of loyalty, courage, and sheer will.
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