A Warrior Luna's Awakening (Freya and Caelum) novel Chapter 181

Chapter 181

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Third Person’s POV

Freya’s jaw was set, eyes glinting with determination. “Whether I can pilot the helicopter or not is my business, not yours,” she said coolly, her voice cutting through the tense atmosphere.

“Freya, I’ve been waiting for you,” Abel Thorne said briskly, striding toward her. There was no trace of impatience in his tone, only the calm authority of a Thorne elder, seasoned by decades of pack politics.

“I’m ready at any moment to fly to the offshore island for the rescue mission,” Freya responded without hesitation. Her wolf instincts were already keyed to the storm–tossed ocean, to the trapped employees who had no one else to rely on.

“Good,” Abel said simply, gesturing for her to follow. “The helicopter is on the rooftop helipad.”

The security guards who had previously attempted to block her path now hesitated, their human caution faltering in the presence of her commanding aura. No one dared challenge the Bloodmoon Pack operative.

Jocelyn spoke up with incredulity. “Abel, are you really letting Freya fly the helicopter for the rescue?”

Abel’s gaze swept past her toward Aurora. “Then who else? Aurora? You really think she’s going to do it?” His eyes lingered on the Beta pilot of the Bluemoon Airborne Wing, whose previous insistence that Freya apologize had irked him. His distaste was subtle but palpable.

Jocelyn opened her mouth, but no words came. She could only watch as Freya, followed by Silas Whitmor, Alpha of the Ironclad Coalition, ascended the private elevator with Abel.

Jocelyn’s eyes narrowed, sharp and calculating. “Well, since Freya is taking the helicopter for the rescue, then you…” She paused, her voice carrying a dangerous edge.

“Ha,” Aurora muttered under her breath, “Abel really does think Freya can handle this. Just wait. Flying a helicopter over that offshore island isn’t.

simple stunt. She’ll fail.” Her steps quickened as she strode toward the elevator, her pride driving her forward. I want see her mess this up firsthand!”

“Exactly! And then she’ll have to beg you to take over the rescue!” Jocelyn followed, her own excitement mingled with anxiety.

Caelum stood silently beside them. His eyes, however, betrayed nothing, his wolf senses alert and sharp. He had seen Freya pilot a helicopter before, and he knew her skills exceeded even Aurora’s claims of mastery. In his mind, the silent prediction was chilling: the one who would embarrass themselves was not Freya, but Aurora.

The elevator chimed, doors sliding open to reveal the rooftop helipad Freya was already approaching a sleek, reinforced SkyVex Armaments helicopter, her movements fluid and precise. Silas stepped forward suddenly, hand gripping her shoulder.

“I could have found another pilot,” he said, his voice low but urgent. “It doesn’t have to be you.”

Freya shook her head, a wolfish glint in her amber eyes. “There’s no time. Every minute we delay increases the chance of a successful rescue. I’m going now.”

“I’ll come

with you,” Silas added instinctively, concern flashing across his face.

“You’re not trained for a rescue mission like this,” Freya said firmly, her wolf instincts warning her of the dangers. “It would only be a hindrance. Trust me–everything will be fine.”

Silas met her gaze for a long moment, the air between them charged with unspoken acknowledgment. “I’ll wait for your return,” he said finally, a promise wrapped in an Alpha’s patience and protection.

Freya climbed into the cockpit, fingers brushing over the controls as her Wolf senses synchronized with the machine. Engines roared to life, vibrating under her touch, and in moments, the helicopter lifted off, cutting through the city skyline and heading toward the offshore island.

Aurora’s eyes went wide as she watched the helicopter ascend and stabilize perfectly i

supposed rival. was flying smoothly, confidently, the n

Jocelyn’s eyes lit up with a calculating gleam. “Very well, then. Go ahead,” she said loudly, intentionally drawing Silas‘ attention. “Freya has been out of service for years–who knows how rusty her skills have become?”

Abel, nodding with quiet approval, dispatched a rescue team to accompany Aurora on the helicopter.

Aurora turned to Caelum. “You’ll come with me.”

“I?” Caelum hesitated, glancing at his injured wrist. “I’m not sure how much help I can be.”

“You don’t need to help with the flying,” Aurora said, her voice firm, authoritative. “Having you there is enough. It will give me the confidence to focus entirely on the rescue.” She wanted him to witness firsthand how she outperformed Freya, how her skills and heroism surpassed Freya.

“Caelum, you’ll accompany Aurora,” Jocelyn urged. She, too, hoped Aurora would reach the island first, securing her position as the more capable rescuer.

Caelum’s lips pressed together. He wanted to argue–the fact that Silas had not gone himself made this pointless–but against Jocelyn’s insistence and Aurora’s determined presence, he had no choice but to comply. With a deep breath, he followed Aurora toward the second helicopter, his mind silently tracking Freya’s ascent, already calculating the probabilities.

Above the city, two helicopters now tore toward the storm–lashed offshore island. One carried Freya Thorne, poised and confident, a wolf among men and machines. The other carried Aurora, Beta pilot of the Bluemoon Pack, determined to prove herself, her every instinct sharpened by pride and ambition.

And in the silent, high–stakes sky, the pack instincts, pride, and skill of all involved would collide, each Alpha, Beta, and operative testing limits not just of technology, but of loyalty, courage, and sheer will.

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