A Warrior Luna's Awakening (Freya and Caelum) novel Chapter 256

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Aurora slumped to the cold stone ground, legs trembling, chest heaving, as Silas’s shove sent her sprawling. The icy wind off the river whipped through her hair, carrying the roar of the dark waters below, the same river that had nearly claimed her moments ago. Her lungs burned, her throat raw, and her body shook with adrenaline and lingering terror.

Caelum barely dared to breathe. His amber eyes burned with disbelief, his wolf coiling within him like a storm, sensing the betrayal of every expectation he had clung to for years. She hadn’t saved him. Aurora’s frantic confessions earlier, shouted with desperation and fear, had shattered the fragile truth he had built his trust upon.

No… it wasn’t Aurora who had rescued him in the river that night. That realization clawed through him, a wolfish ache in his chest that made him stagger back a step. Even when he’d heard about the five million transferred to Lee as part of some mysterious transaction, his gut had told him something was off–but he had buried the doubt, refused to confront it.

And now… the words were like cold steel across his ribs. Aurora had not saved him. Not her.

Caelum’s gaze drifted, inevitably, to Freya. She stood at the riverbank like a statue of steel, long hair whipping in the wind, her stance proud, her spine straight and unyielding. The icy determination in her amber eyes made the moonlight glint off her high cheekbones, her sharp jawline, her commanding presence. A warrior through and through.

“Is it… you?” Caelum’s voice was low, strained, almost a growl, but each word trembled with the weight of a man on the edge of revelation. He took a step forward, another, drawn by instincts older than logic, by the wolf’s primal need to find the truth. His muscles tensed; his body wanted to sprint, to leap to her feet, to demand answers.

His rational mind screamed that perhaps it was safer to stop, to leave the past buried in silence. But the wolf within him urged him on, compelling him to confront the truth, to hunt it down like prey until the final answer was laid bare.

Before he could reach her, Kade’s boot connected with his chest, sending him sprawling onto the stone embankment. Pain shot through his ribs, but even lying there, gasping, the wolf inside him bristled with fury.

“Caelum, you have no right to come near Freya!” Kade barked, eyes glinting with the cold logic of a pack enforcer.

Coughing and clutching his bruised chest, Caelum struggled to rise, amber eyes fixed like molten fire on Freya. “Freya… tell me… was it you? The one who saved me that night in the

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river–was it you?” His voice wavered, torn between hope and despair, the alpha wolf in him. demanding truth.

Lana let out a derisive chuckle, wolf ears flicking at the tension in the air. “Oh, Caelum, you’re asking now? Not long ago, you swore it was Aurora who saved you, right?” Her words carried a sharp, mocking edge, yet beneath it lingered the wolfish curiosity of one sensing the shifting hierarchy.

Pain contorted Caelum’s face, his jaw tight, his fur bristling as he ignored Lana’s sarcasm. Nothing else mattered. Only the woman before him–the one who had been there, silent and unseen all these years. His chest heaved with betrayal, with longing, with the raw, animalistic ache of knowing that his trust had been placed in the wrong wolf.

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The vehicles moved, tires scraping against stone and asphalt, carrying the captured wolves of misdeeds. Caelum watched as Freya slid into her vehicle alongside Silas. She did not glance back. Her amber eyes were steel, unyielding, a reminder of the distance that now existed between them.

Before stepping in, Silas’s gaze flicked toward Caelum, sharp and warning. No motion, no question, no hesitation–an unspoken decree: do not approach her.

The vehicle rolled away, and Caelum’s hands clenched into fists, the alpha wolf in him roaring at the unfairness, the betrayal, the helplessness. He had once been closest to Freya, once the one she had considered in every choice. Now, even the smallest glance from her was withheld.

He turned his eyes to the river again, dark, relentless, churning like it had that night when his life hung in the balance. The memory came unbidden: a voice, strong and certain, cutting through the despair. “Don’t be afraid… I’ll save you. You’ll be fine, with me here.”

He remembered the warmth, the hope, the promise in that voice, and the promise he had made himself: that if he survived, he would repay her.

And yet… here he was, three years of marriage behind him, standing by as the truth unraveled. The one who had saved him had been here all along, silent, watching, unacknowledged, and he had squandered every moment, every memory, every gesture.

The river roared, the moonlight glinting off its restless surface, and in Caelum’s chest, the wolf howled–not with hunger, not with rage, but with infinite, aching regret.