wonderland // j.m [book three]

0.4; queen bee and the rebel.

Freya rubbed her hands together in front of the crackling fire, revelling in the warmth of it. She was unable to stay still and was constantly glancing at the entrance of the cave -where Bellamy waited- and listening for the war drums, which were only becoming louder and louder.

"Forty-two of us got out alive, we did what we had to do," Monty recounted as Freya tuned back in. Freya and Monty shared a solemn glance though Freya was thankful that he hadn't mentioned who had pulled the lever.

"You did the right thing," Pike reassured them. "Kill or be killed. So Mount Weather is ours now?"

"Yeah, we use it for supplies," Kane answered.

"Supplies?" It's a nuclear hardened underground city," Pike said, clearly stunned that they hadn't moved into Mount Weather.

"We established a truce, we need to think about perception," Kane reasoned and Freya nodded in agreement, appreciating her godfather's wise way with diplomacy.

"We need to think about what happens when the grounders break that truce, because they will," Pike argued.

Fed up with listening to Pike talk, Freya tuned his voice out and averted her gaze from him back to the entrance of the gaze. Her heart skipped a beat when she didn't see Bellamy sitting there and she stood abruptly.

"Bellamy?" she called out, catching everyone's attention and they realised that Bellamy was no longer there. Freya's eyes landed on the deceased grounders, noticing that one was stripped of his clothes and was now left in his underwear. Bellamy's gun had been left beside his own pile of clothes. Monty hurried beside Freya and swore at the realisation of what had happened.

"Bellamy, what are you doing?" Monty wondered aloud.

Freya ran her fingers through her hair, immediately blaming herself. She had been so foolish to think that Bellamy would sit and wait while Clarke was in danger. And now he was risking his life to march amongst hundreds of ice nation warriors. They should have just run across that field and saved her then. Or she could have trusted herself and her gun to shoot her kidnapper down, giving Clarke the chance to run. 

"We have to go find him," Freya insisted as she snatched up his rifle and hurried back to the fire to retrieve her own.

"Freya, just wait!" Kane shouted after her. Freya shook her head, ignoring his protests and headed towards the forest. "Freya, the army is still out there!"

"I'm not losing them both!" Freya shouted, spinning around sharply to face Kane, her voice cracking. 

Kane's gaze softened and he reached out to squeeze the girl's shoulder. No matter how hard he tried, it was sometimes still difficult to see her as a grown woman who had lived through so many nightmares and not as the little girl with tight blonde curls who played with dolls as he bounced her on her knee. His darling goddaughter. Freya swallowed, forcing back the tears that were prickling at the back of her blue eyes.

"We pulled the lever together so that we could live with it together," she said lowly. "I'm not living with it alone."

Kane smiled softly at her and nodded slowly, knowing there would be no winning in this argument with her. He sighed and removed his hand from her shoulder before quickly retreating into the cave to fetch his gun. 

"We better get moving then. And we better be quiet."

***

Freya and Monty led the group for just over an hour, following large footsteps and eventually a concerningly heavy trail of blood. Finally, Monty spotted Bellamy limping and hunched over, leaning on trees for support as he continued to fight his way through the forest. The green and brown grounders shirt he was wearing helped him blend into the forest's surroundings.