Winwolfa (A Roan x Female OC Fanfic)

Chapter 17

Almost a week went by within that cave. Freki finally got his strength back and joined them on their adventures. Most of the time was just defending themselves from the various mercenaries or hunting for food, which they took pleasure in scarfing down before Astrid could pick up the game. Within 6 days, Astrid gathered another 10 tallies along her back, for a whopping total of 34 kills. Something she wasn't proud of.

Despite constantly looking over her shoulder, Astrid grew comfortable with her little life. Every night, she fell asleep to the sound of crackling fire, and in the mornings, she was greeted with the plush warmth from the wolves' fur.

They always had a knack for finding themselves in trouble though.

The three of them were sprinting from a large raiding party of Reapers. Four of them, vicious and feral, chased them through the forest with blood thirsty, ravenous cries of hunger. She was spearing fish before she heard the splashes of water heading towards her. Her face missed the hatchet flying toward her by a few inches, but it still managed to leave a gnarly gash along her arm.

Two Trikru warriors watched ahead of them, armed and waiting for battle. There was something familiar about their faces, but Astrid couldn't pin what it was. They weren't running though. Instead, they with drew their sword and waited. Waited for her. As she sprinted closer, their faces grew into focus.

Bellamy and Lincoln, disguised as Reaper and Trikru warrior.

"Ripa!" Astrid called out as she weaved through the forest. Lincoln withdrew his blade ready to fight, while Bellamy stood by with a gun.

Once she was within a few feet of the men, she spun on her toes, taking an offensive stance, with her sword grimly firmly in hand. The neck of the nearest Reaper sliced open, blood sprinkled against her chest, just before another trampled her. His hands thrashed her about, slamming Astrids head into a tree by her shoulders. She ducked each punch he threw her way, until finally she fiddled her fingers around the handle for the dagger in her boot and plunged it deep into his stomach. The feral rage didn't balk. Instead, he threw her to the ground , ready to slit her throat with her own blade, until Freki mauled his face apart into a mangled mess right in front of her eyes.

The rest of the Reapers were already dead. Either by the males doing, or the wolves. Bellamy reached for Astrid's hand, and she graciously took it to stand. Stars blurred in front of her eyes from the incessant brutality.

Astrid had to blink a few times to believe the man that stood before her wasn't going to bash her into the ground. The first and last time she saw him, he tried to kill her. Lincoln was Reaper no longer. Clarke had done it.

"Winwolfa." Lincoln seethed in Trig with a blade in his hand, "What are you doing here?"

"I should ask you the same thing" Astrid cocked her head at him, admiring the new person who stood before her. "The last time I saw you, you were a Reaper."

"Answer my question and I'll answer yours." Lincoln threatened as he stalked towards her, his sword ready to attack at any wrong movement. She slid her eyes to Bellamy, who nodded with approval.

"I ran from Azgeda." Astrid confessed, sheathing her sword. "I've been running ever since."

"How are you not dead?" Lincoln stayed cautious as his eyes scanned her, searching for any fault.

She sighed, brushing her hand over Geri, "Azgeda trained me well. Too well. It helps having two spoiled mutts at my side. " Freki bared his fangs at the comment. Both men stepped back. "Now, answer my questions. Where the hell are you going, and why are you hiding behind uniform?" That last question was directed towards Bellamy.