A Warrior Luna's Awakening (Freya and Caelum) novel Chapter 101

Chapter 101

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As soon as Silas‘ words fell, his body rippled, bones cracking and sinew tearing. In the space of a heartbeat, the Ironclad Alpha was no longer a man but a massive dark wolf, fur like midnight steel, eyes glowing with predatory fire.

Kade answered in kind, his own frame splitting, morphing, until the soldier stood replaced by a storm–grey beast, scarred and broad–shouldered, every inch of him carved by war.

And then they collided.

Fangs clashed, claws raked, their bodies a blur of fur and blood, a whirlwind of violence in the middle of the hall. Tables shattered beneath their weight, wood splintering as they slammed each other into walls, snarls shaking the air like thunder.

Lana froze, terror lodging in her throat. To step between two battling alphas was to court death. Their power rolled through the hall like a stormfront, crushing her lungs, bending her knees.

She turned desperately to Silas’s guards. “Are you just going to stand there and do nothing?”

The lead Whitmor enforcer didn’t so much as twitch. “Alpha didn’t give the order.”

Lana’s mouth fell open. That meant they would tear each other apart until blood crowned a victor.

Kade fought with the disciplined ferocity of a soldier—each strike a precise, punishing blow honed by the Iron Fang Recon Unit. But Silas moved with something more primal, a predator unbound, his attacks savage, cunning, designed to cripple and kill.

Fur flew. The floor slicked with blood.

Five minutes passed. Lana’s heart pounded with every brutal clash.

Ten minutes, and she bit her fist to keep from screaming.

By fifteen, she felt hollow, trembling, the violence too much for her human nerves.,

“Are you tw ever going to stop?” she whispered hoarsely. “At least take a break… gods…”

And then it happened.

A streak of white cut across the battlefield.

A wolf unlike any other burst from the shadows–a great pale beast, fur white as bone, eyes gleaming silver.

Freya.

She lunged between them, her body slamming into both alphas with impossible force. Silas’s jaws snapped closed inches from her throat. Kade’s claws raked harmlessly against her flank as she shoved them apart, lips curled back in a snarl that split the hall with pure, commanding sound.

Both males froze. Instinct, blood–deep, forced their wolves to halt. Their snarls died into growls, their

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massive frames rigid, hackles still raised but restrained by the sudden intrusion of that white shadow.

The hall held its breath.

And then, before their eyes, Freya shifted back. Fur sank into skin, bone cracked and reformed, her wolf folding into human shape. She stood naked in the wreckage, chest rising and falling, hair clinging damp to her shoulders, her eyes still glowing faintly with silver light.

“What in the hells are you doing?” she demanded, voice low and sharp as a blade.

Lana gasped, rushing to her side, she quickly put a cloak on Freya with panic and outrage tangling together.“Do you have a death wish? They could’ve torn you apart!”

Her scolding rang loud, but her trembling hands betrayed her fear–and her care.

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The thought alone seared him. His mother’s voice whispered through memory, a warning he had once laughed at: Never entangle with the Whitmor line. Madness runs in their blood. If they claim something- or someone–they do not relent until death itself intervenes.

He had once scoffed. “You exaggerate, Mother.”

But now, with Freya wrapped in Silas’s cloak, Eleanor’s warning returned like prophecy.

And he had no choice but to defy it.

He would not lose Freya again.

Inside the car, Silas finally spoke, his gaze fixed on the pale wolf now wrapped in his coat. “You don’t truly believe Kade and I were only testing each other, do you?”

“No,” Freya replied without hesitation.

“Then won’t you ask the real reason?” he pressed, voice low.

“If you wished to tell me, you would. My questions won’t change your silence.” Her voice was cool, unyielding. Then her eyes sharpened, cold fire burning there. “But remember this, Silas–do not harm Kade. If you do, I won’t forgive you.”

Silas’s lips curved faintly, dangerous and unreadable. His gaze caught hers like a snare.

“And if he harms me?”

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