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  The Freya Snow Pup Trilogy: Books 1-3

  Freya Snow

  L.C. Mawson

  Published by L.C. Mawson, 2016.

  This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

  THE FREYA SNOW PUP TRILOGY: BOOKS 1-3

  First edition. August 3, 2016.

  Copyright © 2016 L.C. Mawson.

  ISBN: 978-1536505047

  Written by L.C. Mawson.

  Also by L.C. Mawson

  Castaway Heart

  Castaway Heart

  Castaway Soul

  Castaway Love

  Castaway Heart: The Complete Story

  Engineered Magic

  Soulbound

  Engineered Rebel

  Rebel

  Resist

  Freya Snow

  Hunt

  White

  Wings

  Oracle

  Witch

  Enhanced

  Reaper

  Trident

  Kingsguard

  Princess

  Trapped

  The Freya Snow Pup Trilogy: Books 1-3

  Freya Snow Short Story Collection

  The Freya Snow Hammer Trilogy: Books 4-6

  Freya Snow - The Beginning: Books 1-6

  The Almosts Trilogy

  The Almosts

  The Damned

  The Almosts: The Complete Trilogy

  The Redeemed

  The Lady Ruth Constance Chapelstone Chronicles

  Lady Ruth Constance Chapelstone and the Clockwork Suitor

  Lady Ruth Constance Chapelstone and the Parisian Thief

  Lady Ruth Constance Chapelstone and the American Escapade

  The Complete Lady Ruth Constance Chapelstone Chronicles

  The Royal Cleaner

  Target

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Also By L.C. Mawson

  Book One: Hunt

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Epilogue

  Short Stories | Family

  Ghosts

  Cold

  Candles

  Test

  Book Two: White

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Book Three: Wings

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

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  Book One: Hunt

  Lily had never held a gun before. The weight felt wrong in her hands. Hands that were more accustomed to a sword or crossbow.

  She hoped that it was as simple as it looked. Point and shoot. It shouldn’t be too hard...

  Point and shoot, Edric had shown her with his crossbow, his gentle hands encompassing hers as he taught her how to fire.

  She pushed all thought of Edric from her mind. The Dark Queen may still grieve her husband, but grief would turn to anger. Anger at the Rebel Queen, which would be of no use.

  Of course, not thinking of Edric would have been so much easier if she wasn’t holding his daughter in her arms.

  “That’s her!” Lily heard a guard yell as he rounded the corner.

  Lily put what little magic was left to her into shielding the newborn in the makeshift sling at her chest before opening fire on the two guards that approached.

  Thankfully, the narrow corridor didn’t allow for much in the way of misfiring, and the two guards dropped to the ground, riddled with holes.

  Lily hadn’t anticipated the kickback that sent her stumbling back or the noise of the gunshots that woke her daughter.

  “Hey, you’re okay, you’re okay,” Lily assured the baby girl, bouncing her gently as she sighed. “I can’t believe this was the best distraction I could come up with...”

  “This entire plan was ill-conceived,” a familiar voice said.

  Lily sighed as Amber appeared, wearing her usual black tunic and leggings. There was nothing for Amber to fear in this fight; the ghost was already dead.

  “Well, I didn’t see you coming up with anything better,” Lily bit back. “And we both know that the Humans cannot be allowed to have my daughter. If they raise an Angel, they’ll win the War.”

  Amber didn’t have an answer. She never did. They’d had months to come up with an escape plan, and this was the only one with even the slightest chance of success.

  No, the Dark Queen protested from within her, not the only one.

  Lily just sighed once more, wondering if she would ever feel complete. Maybe allowing her fractured soul to manifest into two separate halves had taken the possibility from her...

  Not that it mattered, she reminded herself. It wasn’t as if she was going to see another day.

  “How long until the runes finish charging?” Lily asked.

  “Just a few moments more.”

  “And they haven’t been disturbed?” She’d crudely drawn the runes in blood; she hadn’t had the time or resources for anything more permanent.

  “No,” Amber assured her. “They’re still in place.”

  Lily nodded, steeling herself. Her resolve was failing the longer she held her child to her chest, but there was no choice, she reminded herself.

  No choice but to call Edric, the Dark Queen protested. He would rescue us. We could be a family.

  Lily pushed those thoughts away. She was sure that Edric was dead, and dead men didn’t mount rescues.

  “Almost done,” Amber told her. “Three, two, one...”

  Lily did her best not to stumble over the ancient words in her head as she fuelled the spell with every last scrap of her soul.

  The world shifted around her and, though she knew that she hadn’t moved, she found herself outside.

  Except it wasn’t outside as she’d last seen it. The dark sky was illuminated only by streetlights, not burning that never ended. No smell of smoke in the air, just car pollution. No screaming, just ambulance sirens.

  Ambulances. When had she last seen an ambulance?

  Lily stumbled, unable to stay standing. She dropped to her knees, doing her best to protect her daughter.

  “Hey, are you okay?”

  Lily looked up to see a nurse throw away his cigarette as he ran to her. Presumably, he was from the hospital. The hospital that had been converted into an Enhanced Human base in her time
line. The hospital that had only ever been a hospital in this new one.

  “Please, my baby, I can’t...”

  The nurse realised what she was trying to say, taking the newborn.

  “Did you just give birth?” he asked, shocked. “You should be back inside. What’s your name?”

  “Lily Snow.”

  “And the baby?”

  “Freya.”

  “Just hold on, Lily. We’ll get you and Freya seen to right away.”

  Lily couldn’t even find the strength to shake her head as the world turned black.

  When she returned to consciousness, she was standing over her own body, the nurse shouting for a doctor.

  “Did you bind Amber to your daughter?”

  Lily grinned as she saw a familiar face. It had been a long five years in the Shadow Realm, trying to repair her soul. She had missed her family.

  “Granddad!” she cried, wrapping her arms around him.

  The tension in Death’s frame dissolved as he held her. “Hey, little one. I’m sorry that I couldn’t help when the Humans had you.”

  She shook her head. “I knew that you couldn’t. I’d never blame you for that.”

  He pulled away, and she saw the concern in his black eyes as he regarded her. “Lily, please answer my question. You bound Amber to Freya, didn’t you?”

  She nodded sheepishly. “There was no way I’d leave Freya completely alone in this new timeline. My spell changed so much... And yet so much will stay the same. An Angel will always attract trouble. Amber can protect her.”

  “It’s an imbalance,” her grandfather countered. “I let Amber stay to watch over you while the Humans had you in their grasp. She was supposed to move on after that. Now you have put her beyond my reach.”

  “For now,” Lily conceded. “Just for a few years... Please.”

  Her grandfather sighed before nodding. “It’s not as if I can do anything about it now. And you’re right, you may have created a timeline where there was never a war between Humans and magical beings, but you haven’t halted all conflict. Freya will always draw it, both as your daughter and Edric’s.”

  Lily froze at that. “Edric, is he... He died in the Shadow Realm. I killed him. Did he die here too?”

  Death shook his head. “He still lives on Earth.”

  “How?”

  “My best guess? Hope. Hope that he will one day be reunited with his wife and child.”

  Lily’s heart broke. The Dark Queen had been right.

  No, the Rebel Queen told her, we still don’t know if we can trust him. Not here.

  “Come on,” Death said. “It’s time to go.”

  Chapter One

  Freya awoke to the familiar sound of her sister screaming.

  “Alice!” Freya called as she threw her duvet off herself, clambering up the side of the bunk bed. No one could ever accuse Freya of being graceful or dexterous, but she made it to the top bunk, regardless.

  Freya pulled Alice’s duvet from her, the chill of the northern night air enough to wake her sister without touching her.

  Alice bolted upright, gasping.

  Freya waited. There was no point in saying anything until Alice galvanised herself; it would cause her to spend brain power she didn’t have on pushing through her auditory processing issues.

  Touching her would only distress her further.

  So that just left waiting.

  “Sorry,” Alice eventually said, as she always did, brushing her cropped, jet-black hair from her deep brown eyes. The hair and eyes were the majority of what she’d received from her Japanese mother, with the rest of her features Northern European.

  Alice wasn’t technically Freya’s sister by blood, but she was the closest thing to family Freya had ever had.

  “What was the nightmare this time?” Freya asked her.

  “You died.”

  Freya no longer flinched at that. Alice saw her dying in her nightmares almost every night.

  “What happened?” Freya asked.

  “A man stabbed you.”

  “What, like a mugging?”

  Alice shook her head. “He stabbed you with a sword. And he had long teeth and bright red eyes.”

  “Well, that seems like one of your more outlandish nightmares.”

  Alice nodded, recovered enough to smile. “I suppose it was. I’m sorry again for waking you. Especially on today of all days.”

  Freya smirked at that. “I don’t know, getting fostered kind of loses its ‘special day’ status once you get past the tenth time.”

  Alice gave the barest quirk of her lip, but Freya knew that it was her equivalent of a sympathetic smile.

  The mental health system for kids might suck, but even the most oblivious, jaded examiner couldn’t deny Alice’s autism. Or her PTSD. Kids didn’t often end up in foster care for happy reasons...

  Freya was a different matter. She was quiet, bright, and didn’t cause trouble for those looking after her. That was enough for everyone to overlook her difficulty making friends, her obsessive nature, and her feeling faint in crowded spaces as just ‘quirks’. It was only because of Alice that Freya recognised a lot of her behaviour as stemming from autistic traits.

  Not that anyone believed her. Janet, the woman who ran the foster home, just scolded her for daring to compare herself to someone as troubled as Alice when she last brought it up.

  “Are you going back to sleep?” Alice asked.

  Freya sighed, shaking her head. “I don’t think I’d manage it.” Freya didn’t have nightmares - she didn’t dream at all - but she had trouble getting to sleep sometimes. “I think I’ll just have a shower and get ready.”

  FREYA SHOWERED QUICKLY, using her £10 flip-phone as a music player. Counting the songs helped to stop her from losing track of time.

  Once she finished, she gave the pile of clothes on top of the closed loo seat a resigned glare. The dress that Irum, her social worker, had picked out for her was one that had been handed-down one too many times. It was a pale pink colour, with faded-white lace around the edges that made Freya itch to no end. All the pale colour did was further wash-out her already paper-white skin, the lack of contrast exaggerated by her long, jet-black hair.

  She pulled the dress on regardless, not wanting to start a fight with anyone that morning. The fabric strained around her chest, and she suspected that it would be longer on most girls, but it only just covered her ass. She wore black leggings beneath to cover herself, but they looked more than a little ridiculous under the pink and white.

  Freya examined herself in the mirror with a groan. A decent amount of chub covered her tall, bulky frame, and the dress did her no favours. And then there was the fact that she looked exhausted, almost sickly. Her wild green eyes looked dull and lifeless, rimmed with dark shadows. Her wide, full features were pale, with a grey tinge. She looked like a walking corpse, she thought.

  Her brush caught in her thick hair, and she promptly gave up on any attempt to get it to look nice, instead scraping it up into a ponytail.

  Freya glared at her pathetic bag of make-up, most of it recovered from magazine freebies. She usually never bothered with make-up, but she knew she had no choice today.

  Freya smeared on the foundation, cringing at how orange and patchy it looked, but she quickly gave up on trying to smooth it out, switching to applying her eyeliner. She leaned into the mirror, doing her best to stop her hand from shaking, though it was next to impossible. The black line she was drawing ended up as more of a wonky mess than anything else.

  But just as she was halfway through her second eye, she caught the sight of two glowing red eyes behind her.

  She jumped, her hand drawing a line across her nose as she spun around to confront the eyes.

  But there was nothing there.

  She took a deep breath, trying to get her heart-rate back down. It was clear what happened. Her nerves had gotten the better of her, and her mind had run away with Alice’s nightmare. That was all.

>   But she couldn’t calm herself, the eyes refusing to leave her mind, as if insisting on their existence.

  She wiped away the worst of her wonky eyeliner before smothering the rest in brown eyeshadow to cover up the mess. She put on some lip gloss before deciding to give up, wanting to be out of the bathroom as soon as possible.

  “How do I look?” Freya asked as she re-entered her and Alice’s room.

  Alice looked over from her computer, where she was now sitting. “Nice.”

  “Do you mean that or are you lying to spare my feelings?”

  “Do you have anything else you can wear?”

  “No.”

  “Then you look nice.” Alice got up at that, walking over to Freya with a tangle teezer in hand before indicating to her hair.

  Freya nodded, allowing Alice to untangle her awkward ponytail.

  “I’m going to miss you,” Freya said after a few moments of silence.

  “The city’s not that far,” Alice reasoned.

  “Yeah, but we’ll be in different schools.”

  Alice shrugged. “It’s not as if we ever interacted much at school, anyway. The main school and the sixth form are too segregated. Not to mention how little I’m actually there.”

  “Yeah, I know, I just...”

  “You’re scared to start at a new school on your own. You need a fresh start, away from the bullies of your old school, but you’re scared that it won’t be any different.”

  “Yeah,” Freya said. “That’s pretty much it.”

  Alice nodded as she finished untangling Freya’s hair, separating it out into three strands so she could plait it.

  “Freya, I’m sure it won’t be so bad. There will be plenty of new people at your new school. Statistically, at least one of them will want to be your friend.”

  “And... What if I don’t want to make friends?”

  Alice sighed, finishing up with Freya’s hair before moving back around to face her.

  “Freya...” she said, her tone sympathetic. Alice knew that it hadn’t been strangers that bullied Freya. It had been girls who pretended to be her friend. “If you don’t want to make friends, then don’t. Just make sure you have a good book to hand.”