A Warrior Luna's Awakening (Freya and Caelum) novel Chapter 191

Chapter 191

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Third Person’s POV

The studio lights burned like moons overhead, bright and merciless. Freya felt every stare as though it were a claw scraping across her skin. Her heart had already been unsteady when Silas leaned down, his lips grazing the sensitive curve of her ear, his voice pitched low enough to rattle through her bones.

“Freya,” he murmured, the sound more growl than whisper, “you made our bond public. I can’t tell you how that makes me

feel.”

Her breath caught. Heat raced up the side of her neck, her ears prickling beneath the scrutiny of dozens of curious gazes. The Alpha of the Ironclad Coalition had never been subtle, but this was something else–claiming her, here, before the eyes of the packs

Before Freya could recover, the sharp, unrestrained scent of Silverfang fury cut through the air. Caelum Grafton shouldered past the startled crowd, his amber gaze blazing like a wolf caught in bloodlust. His voice carried, harsh and commanding, echoing through the cavernous hall.

“Where did you take Aurora?”

Freya froze. “What?”

The air shifted at once. Silas rose to his full height, his presence radiating a dangerous chill. His eyes, usually storm–gray, turned almost obsidian, a predator’s promise glinting within.

Caelum stepped closer, jaw tight, but before he could close the distance, Silas’s hand shot out, barring his path. His claws had extended, just enough to flash in the light, just enough to make a point.

“You want the other hand broken too?” Silas asked, voice pitched soft but lethal.

The temperature in the room seemed to plummet. Caelum faltered for a breath, the memory of his past wound flickering across his face. His wolf bristled but forced him to retreat half a step. Still, his gaze cut daggers toward Freya, as though she alone bore the weight of his rage.

“You’d better bring her back,” Caelum snarled, his voice cracking with the edge of desperation. “Aurora’s gone missing, and you’re the only one who would dare-”

Freya’s eyes flashed, the Bloodmoon fire in her blood surging. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’ve been recording this entire time. I don’t

the gift of splitting myself in two.” Her tone was sharp, edged with insult.

“That’s rich,” Caelurn spat. He lifted a WolfComm, the sleek device glowing with the faint sheen of pack–tech. “Aurora’s phone. Found outside the rest chamber. But she–she’s gone. And the last call she received came from a strange number, one that goes dead every time I ring it.” His chest heaved, his fury barely contained. “Don’t play innocent, Freya. We all know you despise her. Don’t tell me you wouldn’t hire someone to finish what you started.”

The hall buzzed, wolves shifting uneasily, the scent of suspicion thickening in the air.

Freya’s lips curled, the Alpha–born daughter who had been scorned too long refusing to bow. “Then take your suspicions to the enforcers. File your complaints. But if you dare accuse me of abduction without proof, I’ll make sure your precious SilverTech Forgeworks is dragged through the mud in the courts for defamation.” Her voice rose, sharp as a blade. “And while we’re clarifying–what exactly do you believe I ‘resent‘ her for?”

The Alpha faltered.

Caelum’s face twisted, his breath hissing like an animal cornered. “Then who else would want her gone? Who else, if not you?”

Gasps rippled through the crowd as the figure on the floor came into focus. Aurora. Bound, gagged, her wings clipped by coarse rope.

Her body jerked when a shadowed hand slapped her awake. The sound cracked through the speakers, harsh and jarring. Aurora blinked, disoriented, then screamed. “Who are you? Why am I here? Let me go!”

The camera shifted. The captor entered the frame–a lean male, his face hidden behind a crude mask. His voice slithered out, distorted and dripping venom.

“Who am I? The one here to balance the scales. You think you’re a hero? A savior? You’re nothing but a murderer cloaked in glory.”

The room stilled. Aurora struggled, shaking her head frantically. “No! I’m not–please, you’ve made a mistake!”

The masked wolf laughed, a chilling sound. Then, from a speaker off–screen, a recording crackled to life.

“Don’t… don’t go… Aurora… the extinguisher… I’m burning–please-!”

A dying man’s plea, raw and ragged, filled the hall. Every wolf’s ears pinned back at the sound. Aurora’s eyes went wide, her skin blanching until she looked like death itself.

Freya stood frozen, her wolf straining against her ribs. Beside her, Silas’s growl thundered low, his aura wrapping around her like iron chains. Across the hall, Caelum’s face drained of blood, his fury cracking into something else–fear.

And the hall of wolves once skeptical, now boiled with unease. The so–called “hero” of the Bluemoon Airborne Wing was bound before their eyes, exposed by a phantom who claimed to know her darkest sin.