A Warrior Luna's Awakening (Freya and Caelum) novel Chapter 144

Chapter 144

Third Person’s POV

“Mm. Yes. I will save you. Always.”

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Freya’s voice rang steady, strong–like steel cloaked in velvet. The words, fierce in their oath, smoothed the trembling of the child clinging to her, calming the frantic beat of his small heart.

And yet, those same words made the figure in the doorway freeze.

Caelum stood rigid. Every instinct in him went still, as though the world itself had halted.

The vow Freya had spoken–it was the same one he remembered through half–drowned, delirious haze years ago, when icy river waters had dragged him toward death. In that darkness, he had heard a voice, faint yet unyielding, promising to save him. A voice he had clung to like a lifeline.

Why… why would Freya speak those same words?

Why did her silhouette overlap so seamlessly with the shadowed memory he had carried all these years?

Who had truly saved him that night? Aurora… or Freya?

Freya, unaware of the storm unraveling in Caelum’s chest, continued to soothe the boy. Her warmth and calm finally eased the child’s terror, the fear melting away until his lashes fluttered shut and he slipped into exhausted sleep against her shoulder.

Careful as moonlight, Freya laid him back on the bed, tucking the blanket around him.

“Thank you,” the matron of the Ashbourne orphanage whispered. Her eyes gleamed with gratitude that went deeper than words. Not only had Freya saved the boy from drowning, but now she had given him peace.

“This was my duty,” Freya replied. Her voice held quiet conviction. Though she had long since laid down her uniform from the Iron Fang Recon Unit, the vows of service she once swore still burned like brands in her soul. A wolf’s promise was eternal.

She left her contact with the matron. “If his nightmares linger, or if he falters, call me. I’ll come.”

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When she stepped into the hallway, her breath caught–Caelum stood waiting. His tall frame blocked the exit, silver–grey eyes burning with unreadable intensity.”

Freya stiffened but moved as if to pass him.

Caelum’s arm shot out, barring her way. “Why did you say that

to

the child?”

Her brows knit. “Say what?”

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“That you’d save him. Always. That vow.” His voice was low, taut as a bowstring. His gaze bored into hers, restless, almost feral.

Freya’s expression chilled. “Why shouldn’t I? You think those words belong to someone else?”

“It isn’t that,” Caelum said, his throat working. His voice cracked, raw and strained. “Freya… why would you repeat the very words Aurora once said to me?”

Her eyes flashed.

So that was it

“You think I’m imitating Aurora?” Her tone cut like frost–edged steel. “That I covet being seen as your savior? You flatter yourself. Whatever you believe, Caelum Grafton–keep it. I have no need for your recognition, nor to play the shadow of

another wolf.”

“I worried something might happen,” Silas admitted simply. His eyes lingered on her, protective, unreadable..

“The boy’s fine. Just shaken,” Freya murmured. “He’s resting now.”

“Then let’s go.”

She nodded, ready to move.

But as they passed, Caelum’s restraint snapped.

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“Freya!” His voice thundered through the corridor, sharp and desperate, cutting through the air like a howl on winter wind.

Freya halted.

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Her steps froze, her body tense, and slowly–slowly–she turned back.

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Caelum’s heart lurched at the sight. Even now, even after all, she still answered his call. The old tether between them had not been cut cleanly, no matter how he told himself otherwise.

And it was that single glance, her eyes upon him once more, that made the storm inside him rise, threatening to drown him all over again.

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