A Warrior Luna's Awakening (Freya and Caelum) novel Chapter 250

Chapter 250

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As his words fell. Silas’s lips descended on Freya’s, a kiss that burned with a desperation only an Alpha could wield. It was as if he wanted to pour every ounce of his devotion into her, branding her with the truth of his vow.

The next morning, Caelum awoke with a pounding headache, the kind that clawed behind his eyes like talons. His mind was foggy, fragments of the night before blurred into nothing but the bitter aftertaste of alcohol.

“What happened last night?” he muttered, dragging a hand down his face. He could barely recall lifting his glass, let alone what followed.

“You’re awake,” Aurora’s soft voice came from beside the bed. She stood there, the Bluemoon Pack’s Beta’s daughter, composed yet faintly flushed. “You drank too much. It took everything I had to drag you to bed.”

“Is that so?” Caelum frowned, rubbing his temple. He remembered drinking, but the rest was a haze- swallowed whole by the dark.

“When did your tolerance slip so low?” Aurora teased lightly, though her eyes glimmered with something unreadable. “I don’t recall you being this easy to topple before.”

“Maybe… last night was simply too joyful,” Caelum answered flatly. “I lowered my guard, let the drink take me.”

Aurora tilted her head. “Then you should guard yourself better. Today–do you have time? I’d like you to come with me to the hospital.”

The Alpha of Silverfang stiffened slightly. “Are you unwell?” His tone carried an edge of concern, though suspicion lingered beneath.

Aurora’s lips curved faintly. “No. It’s nothing serious. Just a small check–up.”

Caelum nodded, though unease slithered at the edges of his mind. Why would she smile so brightly if she were truly sick? Why did her words feel rehearsed?

At the hospital, Aurora signed her name for an appointment in the women’s ward. When her number was called, she glanced back at Caelum with a serene expression. “Wait for me here.”

He gave a curt nod, his Alpha instinct urging him to follow, yet restrained by her composure. Something

felt off.

Aurora disappeared behind the door, returning minutes later before heading for a blood test. Caelum’s sharp eyes caught the flicker of satisfaction that crossed her face, subtle, but unmistakable. His frown deepened.

Meanwhile, Freya sat at her computer, her jaw tight as she worked through corrupted footage. Her fingers flew across the keys, the wolf within her urging patience as she reconstructed the fractured video frame by frame. Slowly, the murky shadows gave way to clarity.

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Her pulse quickened when a figure emerged on the screen–a woman’s silhouette. The grainy image revealed little more than the curve of her face, the tilt of her jaw, but it was enough.

The woman lit a cigarette, the ember flaring briefly before fading into the dark.

Freya’s eyes widened, her pupils narrowing sharply. She leaned closer, heart pounding. She knew that profile. Knew it in her bones.

Aurora.

Even blurred, even half–hidden by shadow, it was her.

“Silas,” she hissed, her words sharp as fangs. “I need you to track Aurora. Find out where she is, right now.”

“Yes!” Freya’s voice cracked with fury. “If not for her, that blaze never would have started. If not for her, Eric wouldn’t be missing, wouldn’t have vanished into smoke and ash. If my brother-” She bit back a sob, her throat tight with grief and rage. “…If my brother is gone because of her, I will not rest until she pays. I will drag her into the flames she lit and make her choke on the ashes.”

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Silas’s growl resonated through the line. “Then we will make her pay. Whatever it takes, I will stand beside you. Wait for my word.”

The call ended, leaving the room in silence but for the sound of Freya’s heavy breathing.

Her gaze returned to the screen, to the frozen frame of Aurora tossing away her cigarette. Her vision blurred with fury as tears burned her eyes, and her heart clenched with grief so sharp it felt like claws piercing her chest.

She had never hated anyone like this. Not when Aurora stole her title as Caelum’s “savior.” Not even when Caelum chose another over her. Those had been wounds of betrayal, of broken trust.

But this… this was different.

This was blood.

And blood demanded blood.

Freya’s wolf surged, pacing inside her chest, snarling for justice. Her fists trembled as she whispered to the empty room, her voice raw and venomous:

“Aurora… you will pay for what you’ve done. With your life, with your pack’s honor, with every drop of blood you thought you could spill without consequence.”

The screen flickered, the image frozen on Aurora’s shadowed face, the ember of her cigarette flaring before the fire consumed it all.

Freya’s eyes gleamed with tears and rage. The time for patience was over. The hunt had begun.

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