A Warrior Luna's Awakening (Freya and Caelum) novel Chapter 126

Chapter 126

Freya’s POV

Silas’s hand was an executioner’s vice.

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I could see Jocelyn’s body buck beneath his grip, her throat locked inside his pale, merciless fingers. His eyes–those storm- forged, dead–quiet eyes–did not flinch. The strength of an Alpha who commanded the Ironclad Coalition wasn’t in his voice or posture, but in that unshakable certainty: if he chose, he could end her here.

Her face had already shifted from flushed red to ashen white. I watched, horror clawing up my chest, as her tongue lolled from her mouth, desperate for air. Her nails raked across his wrist, leaving thin red welts that healed as quickly as they came. He didn’t even blink.

“Does it matter if you meant it or not?” His voice was low, steady, colder than the northern winds that lashed the cliffs of Stormveil. His grip tightened. “I should’ve taken your tongue years ago, before you grew bold enough to poison the air with

it.”

The wolf in me flared, heart hammering, instincts surging between fight and submission. His dominance pressed like an Javalanche, but my blood screamed I could not stand aside.

If I let him follow through–Jocelyn would die.

And Silas would damn himself.

I moved before my mind caught up with my body, a single lunging step, my hand clamping over his, fingers curling against the icy ridges of his knuckles. “Silas, stop! Let her go–if you keep going, she won’t survive this!”

“I don’t care.” The words dropped like stones into the silence.

And gods help me, I believed him. Silas was not a wolf who clung to life, nor one who weighed the morality of killing. He’d grown up brutalized, abandoned, forced to bare his fangs to survive. Why would a man who didn’t even value his own breath care for hers?

But I cared. For him. For what this would do to him.

“Then care about this,” I snapped, digging my nails into his skin, willing him to feel me. “If you kill her, it won’t just be her blood on your hands–it’ll be shackles around your throat. Do you want to rot in a human cell while your enemies rip the Coalition apart? Is that how you’ll destroy yourself? There are other ways to fight her, legal ways, cleaner ways. This path only ruins you.”

For the first time, his eyes flickered. A tremor of life behind the void.

“You don’t want me ruined?” His voice was quieter now, but dangerous still–like a blade sheathed, sharp edge hidden but not dulled.

“No,” I answered without hesitation. My grip tightened over his. “I don’t want to see you destroy yourself, Silas. So let go.

Now.”

Something in my tone, in the steel of it, must have reached him. Wolves responded to command, not pleading–and I gave him command.

Slowly, impossibly slowly, his fingers loosened.

Jocelyn collapsed to the floor in a heap, hacking, retching, clutching her throat like a fragile thing. Her once–proud stance had

shattered; she was a pile of limbs and labored breaths.

“Get out” Silas’s voice was venom, his gaze a blade.

She staggered, barely able to stand, yet even broken, she found venom for me. “Don’t think I’ll thank you, Freya. If not for you, he would never—”

I didn’t let her finish. My wolf surged hot and fast. I grabbed her by the shoulder and dragged her down the hall, her feet stumbling across the polished floor.

“What–what are you doing? Let me go!” she shrieked, trying to wrench free.

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The front door loomed. I yanked it open, shoving her into the cold night air. With one clean motion, I hurled her threshold

She hit the ground with a heavy thud.

From the doorway, I stared down at her, the night wind whipping

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I pushed open the door. The bed was empty, untouched. His WolfComm lay abandoned on the nightstand. Silas never left himself unarmed–not his blade, not his comm, not his guard.

That left only one conclusion. He was still here. Somewhere inside these walls.

I rushed to the security console, pulled up the feeds. No breaches, no exits. He hadn’t left the estate.

My throat went dry. That meant…

“Silas!” I called, racing through the halls. The house swallowed my voice, long corridors echoing back faint fragments.

Then I froze.

From the far end of the third floor–the place he’d forbidden me from stepping near–I heard it.

A sound like pain, muffled but raw. A broken, shuddering groan.

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Chapter 126

The forbidden room.

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I stood before its door, heart pounding, my hand hovering above the wood. The wolf in me screamed to protect, to break through. But I remembered his command, his warning: Never enter this room.

And yet-

I pressed my palm to the door, knuckles knocking lightly. “Silas? Are you in there? What’s happening?”

Another sound answered, jagged and inhuman. My chest clenched.

He was in there. And he was hurting.