Winwolfa (A Roan x Female OC Fanfic)

Chapter 35

Astrid never expected to see her friends so soon.

One moment, they were sneaking through rough brush to check out some suspicious sounds. The next, Roan was nearly shot and there was a gun pointed at Astrid.

"Roan?" A surprised male voice broke through the trees. Astrid blinked a few times just to make sure it was him. She slipped the hood of the cloak off her head, alerting the male to her presence, "Astrid?"

"Bellamy?" A blonde-haired head stepped through the trees right after him, "Clarke?"

"What the hell are you doing here?" She asked, shifting her gaze between the runaway royalty.

"Actually..." Astrid looked at Roan for a moment, seeing the approval in his eyes, then continued, "We were looking for you." Astrid rose to her tippy toes, peering over Clarke's shoulder, "Where's your natblida?"

Bellamy and Clarke exchanged an awkward glance before she spoke, "Luna refused the Flame. ALIE showed up and tried to steal it."

Roan and Astrid exchanged a confused look between each other.

Who the hell was Alie?

"C'mon, we'll explain as we walk back to the rover."

Clarke proceeded to tell the bare basics about the AI who was trying to destroy the world, ALIE and her City of Light. Honestly, it sounded insane, but that was every day on Earth now. It was running from one murderer or another. Astrid had told them how they had been riding south fleeing from Ontari for over a day now. 

They had broken through to a large clearing and Astrid felt a new sort of nostalgia. It had been months since she had seen Octavia as Astrid and not as Freya. It was that night Queen Nia bombed the Mountain and her and her brother barged in with a claim of an assassin. And Jasper... three months ago in Mount Weather. Sometimes, she had watched them from the perch in a tree during her missions but this... This was so much more different. Real.

Octavia nearly tackled her in a hug. The embrace pressed against tender bruises, but Astrid didn't mind. It was too good to let go. A bit of tension slid off her shoulder, cloak pooling to the ground, as they pulled away.

"Oh my god, you're hair!" Octavia pinched the short ends of it, smiling at the change. It felt odd, no longer having the length of weight of it, but also somewhat relieving. 

"I'm glad you guys were able to escape Ontari." Clarke held a wide smile, but Astrid's slowly fell. She had been so side swept with finding Clarke she nearly forgot the iron memories of her torture. Astrid dropped her hands from Octavia's and glanced at the cuffs on her wrists. When she looked back up to her with bleary eyes, Octavia's smile fell too. Eyes falling directly on the collar.

Astrid lifted a shaky finger around the cool metal that pressed against her skin. She could hear bodies shifting towards her, their voices calling out her name in one muddled mess. Her vision blurred around the edges. Octavia's face suddenly got blurry. Her body collapsed but firm hands guided her down to the ground.

"She's been through a lot in the past few days." Roan's voice rippled like water. "Astrid. Astrid!" He jostled her slightly, yet she remained in that daze. Clarke pushed past Octavia, speaking some medical jargon Astrid couldn't understand. Still, she flicked her eyes towards Clarke. At least to let her know she was listening.

"Off." Astrid whispered hoarsely. That finger that nestled against the collar slowly dug in, scraping the tender flesh underneath it. "Take it off."

Astrid felt Roan's hand leave her shoulders, grabbed her spare wrist and began pulling at the lock embedded in it. It wouldn't budge. She saw his mouth tighten as a sign of defeat. Fear jumped through her, drowning her with lapping waves.