A Warrior Luna's Awakening (Freya and Caelum) novel Chapter 349

Chapter 349

Third Person’s POV

“He left right after she was admitted. Didn’t even stay to make sure she was stable.”

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Even he found it strange. For a man like Silas Whitmor to walk away without a word–it wasn’t like him.

When Lana and Victor finally left, Freya turned to Kade, her voice still hoarse.

“You should go home too. You came all the way to Dalen with me, then stayed here for two days straight. Now that we’re back, your parents deserve to see you. You need rest.”

Kade shook his head, gentle but firm. “It’s fine. I already spoke with them on WolfComm. They know I’ll be staying here to look after you.”

Freya frowned faintly. “But-”

He cut her off with a small smile. “Have you forgotten? When I got sick in the Iron Fang Recon Unit, you sat by my bed for three nights until my fever broke. I’m just returning the favor.”

Her lips parted, but no words came. The warmth in his tone disarmed her.

“Rest,” he said softly, standing to leave. “I’m going to the Ironclad Coalition headquarters. I need to submit the DNA report and the news about your brother’s recovery. I’ll be back soon.”

Freya nodded. The military had been searching for Eric for years. Now that he was found, it was only right to report it immediately.

When Kade left, the ward fell into silence. The sterile hum of machines and the faint rhythm of her heartbeat were the only sounds left.

Freya lay back against the white pillow, her right arm in a sling, the scent of antiseptic mixing with the faint trace of Kade’s cedar–and–steel scent still lingering in the air.

After a long moment, she unlocked her phone and opened the travel bureau’s page to schedule a visa appointment.

She had already made up her mind–once her shoulder recovered and the documents were ready, she would head to C country.

Her brother was there. She had to see him with her own eyes.

Across the city, in the towering Whitmor estate that overlooked The Capital, Silas sat in his private study.

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The faint glow of a desk lamp caught the green gleam of the jade–bead rosary he rolled between his fingers–an old family heirloom said to steady the wolf within.

Across from him sat Dr. Huxley, the Whitmor family physician for three generations. His name was Vaughn, but to most wolves in the Ironclad Coalition, he was known simply as “the healer who dares to scold Alphas.”

“Your insomnia isn’t physical,” Vaughn said calmly, setting down his tablet. “It’s psychological. If you keep increasing your dosage, you’ll poison your body long before the pain goes away. I’m advising you to see a mind–specialist.”

Silas didn’t look up. His thumb kept turning the beads one by one, the rhythm as steady as his heartbeat. “The day Freya returns to my side, my mind will heal. Not before.”

Vaughn sighed. “Silas, you’re an Alpha of the Ironclad Coalition. You command a hundred wolves. You could have anyone–there are hundreds of she–wolves who would kill for your attention.”

“Anyone?” Silas gave a humorless laugh. “You still don’t understand. I’ve searched for years, Vaughn. I found only her. And I’ll never find another.”

Vaughn’s brows knitted. “You’re trapping yourself in this obsession. I’ve known you since we were both young. If I can give you one piece of advice–let her go before you destroy yourself.”

Silas’s voice was quiet, but edged with iron. “Didn’t your father say the same to mine once? Did it work?”

That silenced Vaughn instantly.

His father had served as private physician to Cassian Whitmor, Silas’s father. The man who had once stolen a Luna through force–an act that led to death and disgrace.

That tragedy had marked both their families forever.

Maybe it was just the last trace of a bond that no longer existed–residual emotion she hadn’t fully shed.

She told herself it would fade with time. It had to.

Kade and Lana came to pick her up. Kade spent the whole drive reminding Lana of every care instruction the doctors had given—what she could eat, how to change her dressing, what to do if the pain flared again.

When they finally reached Lana’s apartment, Kade stayed until nightfall, helping set up her room, arranging the medication, and checking the temperature before he left.

Watching him go, Lana crossed her arms and raised a brow. “You know, he’s awfully attentive for someone you claim isn’t your mate.”

Freya blinked. “Lana…”

“I’m serious,” Lana said with a grin. “He clearly adores you. You really won’t consider giving him a chance?”

Freya’s smile was faint but firm. “I’ve told you before. I’m not ready for that. Not now. My focus

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is finding my brother.”

Lana sighed, then asked, “So when do you plan to leave for C country?”

“Once the visa’s ready,” Freya replied. “Two days, maybe three. As soon as I have it, I’ll go

Outside, the night deepened, and the city lights of The Capital shimmered like scattered embers against the sky.

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