A Warrior Luna's Awakening (Freya and Caelum) novel Chapter 352

Chapter 352

Third Person’s POV

“What is Silas Whitmor really after?” she muttered, worry shadowing her usually sharp eyes.

Victor leaned against the patrol car beside her, his voice calm and low.

“We’ll find out tomorrow. He said Freya would be in touch, didn’t he?”

Lana nodded, but the tension in her shoulders didn’t ease.

Victor glanced at her again. “It’s getting late. Let me drive you home.”

She hesitated for a moment, then nodded. They stepped out of the precinct together.

Victor held out his hand. “Your car keys.”

“You’re driving?” Lana raised an eyebrow. “What about your car?”

“I’ll have my driver pick it up.” His tone was casual, almost indifferent.

Lana gave a short laugh, tossing him the keys. “Right. I forgot. The Ashfords aren’t like the rest of us–of course you’d have a driver waiting.”

They got into her car. The engine purred softly as the city lights slid past the windshield, washing over Victor’s sharp profile. For a while, neither of them spoke.

Then Lana turned toward him. “What’s your relationship with Silas Whitmor like?”

Victor’s fingers tightened slightly around the steering wheel. “We’ve had some dealings. Nothing close.”

“So if Silas really did something to hurt Freya, and Kade went up against him… who would you help?” she asked quietly, eyes narrowing.

Victor’s lips curved into a faint smile, one without warmth. “Who do you think I’d help?”

“Don’t tell me you wouldn’t take Kade’s side–he’s family, isn’t he?”

“I wouldn’t help Kade,” Victor said evenly, “but that doesn’t mean I’d help Silas either. The Whitmors have deep roots in the Ironclad Coalition. If the Ashfords went head–to–head with them, there’d be a price to pay.”

Lana’s mouth twisted. “Typical lawyer. Always weighing consequences.”

Victor’s eyes flicked toward her, a glint of something unreadable in their depths. “But if Kade were truly cornered, if things reached the point of no return, the Ashfords would stand with him. Always.”

Lana sighed and looked away, pretending not to care. But inside, she knew that was his way- measured, strategic, never reckless.

If he wouldn’t even risk himself for his own nephew, what chance did she have?

“Tell me,” Victor said suddenly, voice breaking the silence, “if Silas really did something to hurt Freya… would you want me to step in?”

Lana’s laugh was dry. “I know you won’t. So I won’t ask.”

Relying on others was a luxury she’d long since given up. Years of clawing her way up from nothing had taught her that much–when the world turned cold, you survived by your own teeth and blood.

you mean?”

Lana stared at him, momentarily speechless. “Victor… are you saying you’d go against Silas because of me?”

To him, she had never been more than convenient. A fleeting distraction.

“Victor,” she said quietly, eyes fixed on the passing lights, “what does being someone’s girlfriend mean to you?”

He frowned, glancing at her. “What’s wrong? Did I say something I shouldn’t have?”

She turned her head away, her voice flat but trembling beneath the surface. “You didn’t say anything wrong. But I’m just your temporary girlfriend, aren’t I? Asking you to go against the Whitmors for someone temporary–that’s too much. I couldn’t bear that.”

Her words cut deeper than she intended. Two wolves from different worlds–they should never have crossed paths again.

Once, he had been the prince in her fairytale.

Now, he was the dragon guarding the ruins of what used to be her heart.

When Freya awoke, the world around her was blurred, the ceiling unfamiliar and pale under the dim light.

Where… am I?

Her pulse quickened. A faint warmth pressed against her from behind—an arm draped across her waist, a steady breath brushing against her neck. Her wolf stirred, every instinct snapping awake.

In a heartbeat, she rolled over, muscles tense, pinning the figure beneath her. Pain shot through her left shoulder, but her right arm moved on instinct–strong, precise, trained.

Her forearm pressed against the stranger’s throat.

And then–her breath hitched.

The face staring back at her was one she knew too well.