A Warrior Luna's Awakening (Freya and Caelum) novel Chapter 351

Chapter 351

Third Person’s POV

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By the time Lana realized Freya had gone missing, night had already fallen over the Capital.

She had been waiting at the apartment for hours, pacing restlessly across the living room floor. Freya’s things were still where she’d left them–the half–folded jacket, the datapad glowing faintly on the table–but there was no trace of her scent. No message. No call.

Lana dialed her WolfComm again. No answer.

Her chest tightened. Something was wrong.

Without hesitation, she pulled up Kade’s number. When he picked up, his voice was clipped with fatigue.

“Lana? What happened?”

“Do you know where Freya is?” Lana asked, trying to keep her voice steady. “She hasn’t come back. I can’t reach her.”

Silence stretched on the other end, the faint hum of his pack’s radio static filling the gap.

Then Kade said, low and grim, “I’ll find her.”

“Good,” Lana breathed out. “Please do.”

If anyone could track Freya down, it was Kade. His instincts were razor–sharp, his training from the Iron Fang Recon Unit unmatched.

An hour later, Lana arrived at the Capital Police Department. Kade was already there—lean, broad–shouldered, jaw set with the kind of cold fury only an Alpha–born could carry. Standing beside him was Victor.

Lana rushed over. “You said on the phone–Freya was taken by Silas Whitmor? What do you mean?”

Kade’s lips pressed into a tight line, his amber eyes dark with frustration. Before he could answer, one of the officers stepped forward.

“Miss Rook, we’ve reviewed the city surveillance feeds,” the officer said carefully. “Earlier today, Miss Thorne was seen entering Alpha Whitmor’s vehicle.”

“She met with Silas?” Lana blurted out, disbelief cutting through her worry.

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That didn’t make sense. Even if Freya had agreed to meet him, she would never vanish without a word.

Even if her WolfComm had run out of power, Freya was the type to borrow someone else’s or use a public terminal to let them know she’d be late.

“We also contacted Alpha Silas,” the officer continued. “He stated that Miss Thorne is safe and currently resting. He assured us she will reach out to you in the morning.”

Lana froze.

Resting?

At his place?

Her stomach twisted. The Freya she knew had no intention of getting back together with him— and Silas hadn’t so much as visited her once when she was injured and hospitalized.

Something didn’t add up.

“Give me Silas’s number,” Lana demanded. “I’ll call him myself.”

The officer shook his head apologetically. “I’m afraid we can’t disclose personal contact information, Miss Rook. It’s against regulation.”

Lana’s gaze darted to Victor Ashford, who had been quietly watching the exchange with his usual half–smile. She strode right up to him.

“You know him. You have his number.”

“I do,” Victor said, unbothered.

“Tomorrow?” Lana’s voice rose. “No, tell me where she is right now. I’ll go get her myself.”

“It’s late,” he interrupted. “Let’s talk tomorrow.”

The call ended.

Lana stood there, staring at the darkened screen, her fingers trembling with anger. Then, with a growl of frustration, she nearly hurled the device across the room.

“Can’t we arrest him?” she demanded, spinning toward the officers. “He’s holding her against her will–this is abduction!”

The officers exchanged uneasy glances. One finally spoke. “The surveillance shows Miss Thorne entered Alpha Whitmor’s vehicle voluntarily. And… she’s an adult. There’s no legal basis for an abduction report at this time. Perhaps wait until morning–see if she contacts you.”

Meaning: there was nothing they could do. Not yet.

Kade’s jaw flexed, the muscles in his neck tense as iron. He knew the law as well as they did, but the wolf inside him was close to snapping. His voice was low, deadly.

“Fine. We wait. But if Freya doesn’t reach out by dawn, I don’t care who I have to go through— I’ll tear down the Whitmor estate myself.”

He turned and stalked out of the precinct, his boots echoing sharply against the floor.

Lana exhaled shakily, then turned toward Victor. “Have you and Kade found out where Silas took her?”

Victor slid his hands into his coat pockets. “No. We traced the vehicle through city cameras until it reached Silas’s apartment complex in the central district. After that… nothing.”

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“Nothing?” she repeated.

“The rest of the footage was wiped,” he said calmly. “Cleanly. No trace of tampering. Whoever did it knew exactly what they were doing. Neither Silas nor Freya have been seen since.”

Lana’s blood ran cold. “Then she’s gone.”

“Not gone,” Victor murmured, eyes glinting with something unreadable. “Just hidden.”

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