A Warrior Luna's Awakening (Freya and Caelum) novel Chapter 324

Chapter 324

Silas’s POV

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I perched on the edge of the armchair by Freya’s bed, letting the quiet of her room seep into me. Moonlight spilled through the half–drawn curtains, just enough to outline her sleeping form on the bed. Even without the lights, I could see her–every curve, every soft detail–and my wolf throbbed with the same ache it always did when she was near.

“Having a nightmare?” I asked softly, my voice a low murmur in the otherwise still room. The words felt inadequate, but I couldn’t help it. My presence, my voice–I needed to be here, just near her, even if she didn’t know it yet.

She exhaled, a shiver running through her, and switched on the bedside lamp. Warm light spilled across the room, and I saw her fully.

Her eyes widened slightly as they landed on me. “Silas… what are you doing in my room?”

I gave a sheepish shrug, though my wolf bristled at the intrusion. “I was bringing you some files… but you were asleep when I arrived.” I let my gaze linger on her, drinking in the way her eyelashes rested against her cheeks, the small rise and fall of her chest. Days apart from her had made me realize the depth of my need–I craved even this small proximity.

Freya’s lips pressed together, a frown forming. “So… you used the hotel to get my room key?” “I’m… sorry,” I admitted. My amber eyes dimmed with the weight of my intrusion.

Her glare cut sharper than any fang. “If you were truly sorry, you wouldn’t have come in here without permission.”

I lowered my gaze, a flicker of pain crossing me. My wolf growled low in my chest, instinctively defensive, yet I knew she was right. “Alright. I understand. It won’t happen again.”

She finally softened, her voice calm but firm. “What files?”

I extended the folder toward her. “About the man you saw earlier… the one you thought might be Eric.”

She snatched the folder, her fingers trembling slightly as she flipped it open. My wolf tensed- her need to see the truth, her drive to hunt for answers–it mirrored my own. The first page held a photo: the man in the elevator, unmistakably the one she had seen.

I watched her intently as she scanned the details. His name was Parker Williams, a member of a powerful foreign family, recognized only three years ago as their legitimate heir after being

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hidden away as a private son. His rise had been deliberate, methodical, and his earlier life was curiously absent from public record–brushed away as though it had never existed. Officially, he was said to have grown up in obscurity until the previous heir’s sudden death left a place

for him to fill.

Freya’s brow furrowed. “A private son… recognized three years ago… this doesn’t match Eric’s timeline exactly, does it?”

“No,” I said carefully, my fingers tightening around the edge of the chair. “But the files I’ve pulled are accurate. If there’s a connection, it’s buried deeper. The photos from three years ago are all we have publicly. To trace him further back, it’ll take time.”

Her jaw clenched, and I could feel her tension radiating like a heat wave. Her wolf was already sniffing, pawing through instinct and anxiety. “Can we find photos of him from five years ago? Maybe even earlier?” she asked. “If he resembles Eric, it should show up. I need to know for sure.”

I hesitated, a surge of instinctive need to protect her rising. “May I… stay by your side while

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you sleep? Just hold your hand… I won’t do anything you don’t want.”

She shook her head. “We… can’t. Not anymore.”

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I sighed, a low rumble vibrating in my chest, my wolf snarling at the walls I could not breach. “Very well. I won’t force it. I’ll leave. But never doubt… I’ll do whatever it takes to help you. Always.”

Freya’s soft “thank you” followed me as I stood. I lingered, wanting to imprint every detail of her face into memory, every curve and shadow of her in this soft lamplight. Then, finally, I retreated to my own room.

I retrieved the sleeping aid from my bedside, the dose steadily increasing, yet even with it, falling asleep became a harder task each night. I swallowed, lying back on the mattress, my hand lingering on the photo I had taken of her earlier.

Her smile shone from the glossy paper–Freya, brilliant and fierce, yet so achingly human. My wolf growled softly in the quiet room.

“Freya,” I whispered hoarsely, letting the sound drift through the darkened space, “may tonight bring sleep… and dreams of you.”

Even if it was only in dreams, I needed to see her smile, to hear her name on her lips, to imagine a world where we had never parted.

Even if only for one night.

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