A Warrior Luna's Awakening (Freya and Caelum) novel Chapter 315

Chapter 315

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Freya and Kade arrived in W City, the sprawling second–largest metropolis of D Country. The city was alive with the quiet hum of commerce and culture, a blend of modern skyscrapers and traditional neighborhoods that had accommodated generations of immigrants.

“You’ve arranged your hotel stay?” Freya asked, glancing at Kade as they wheeled their suitcases through the arrivals hall.

“Yeah. Same as yours,” Kade replied casually, his amber eyes scanning their surroundings with the alertness of a wolf sensing potential threats.

Freya raised an eyebrow, a flicker of surprise passing over her face. “How did you know which hotel I’m at?”

“Lana contacted me earlier,” Kade said, the faintest edge of pride in his tone. “She wanted to make sure the place is secure, so I went ahead and booked the same one as you. Thought it’d be safer if we’re nearby.”

Freya’s chest warmed at the thought. Lana–quiet, watchful, fiercely protective–had taken the time to worry about her, to ensure she was safe even before her journey began. The kind of care that only a true pack member could offer.

“Alright, let’s go then,” Freya said softly, adjusting the strap of her bag.

At the hotel, they checked in quickly. Their rooms faced each other across a short corridor, a layout that would make collaboration and communication simple, convenient. Kade couldn’t help the subtle thrill that ran down his spine at the arrangement–it gave him proximity, a chance to respond immediately if danger emerged, like a hunter poised at the edge of the forest.

“What’s the first thing you want to do, sister?” Kade asked as they stepped into the hotel elevator.

“I’ll start at the local precinct, then head to the areas where Eric–my brother–was known to have been. Maybe we’ll find a lead, something the official records have overlooked,” Freya replied, her voice measured, eyes sharp.

“I’ll go with you,” Kade said firmly, almost possessively.

Freya didn’t refuse, merely nodded. The wolfish instinct in Kade was clear–he was here to protect, to observe, to ensure no harm came to her while she hunted the truth.

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They rented a car and drove through the city streets, their focus precise. W City had a rhythm that mirrored the wolf pack’s own–hierarchies invisible to most, yet apparent to those who knew where to look. Through embassy contacts, the police had cooperated and dug up old files regarding the incident from five years ago. But even with assistance, the records were incomplete–fragments of a story left in haste, like bones scattered on the ground after a hunt.

Freya’s sharp gaze scanned the documents. The only notation of significance read: “Homeless man obstructing vehicle, dragged away.”

“Did the homeless man’s name ever get recorded?” she asked, her mind already running through possibilities.

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Freya’s gaze dropped, voice bitter as she spoke the name. “Silas Whitmor.”

Kade’s expression tightened, realization flashing in his eyes. Now he understood why Freya had abruptly severed ties with Silas, why she had disappeared from the social spheres he had tried to navigate.

“Eric will be alright,” Kade said, confidence and instinct blending. His presence was a shield, a reminder of wolf loyalty that ran deeper than mere words.

Freya nodded slowly. “Let’s ask around. Someone might still remember… after all, it’s been five years, but maybe someone saw something.”

They moved cautiously, querying locals near the scene. Unexpectedly, a passerby’s expression shifted at their questions. “Oh, you’re asking about that? That homeless man from five years ago… he must have been some big figure. Strange, so many people keep coming by asking.”

“Who else came?” Freya pressed, her wolf senses tingling, detecting the scent of curiosity and greed in the man’s voice.

“Don’t know them personally, but a group came, and they left a lot of money.” The man’s eyes glittered, the primal lure of wealth overtaking his caution.

Kade smiled faintly, wolfish cunning shining in his amber gaze. From his pocket, he drew several crisp bills. “If you can give us any information, this is yours.” The gesture was subtle, a demonstration of dominance and negotiation, the way wolves might assert territory through ritualized offerings.

The man’s gaze flicked between Freya and Kade, reading the determination in their stance, the protective, watchful aura surrounding Kade–a wolf standing over its packmate, unwavering. Hesitation battled greed, and the tension was palpable.