A Warrior Luna's Awakening (Freya and Caelum) novel Chapter 355

Chapter 355

Third Person’s POV

After Freya ended the call, Kade stared at the WolfComm in his hand. His fingers curled into a fist, and without thinking, he slammed it onto the desk with a force that rattled the surface.

Kade had always been a force of nature. Nothing had ever seemed capable of defeating him. Even when his father had thrown him into the military, where he had faced harsh trials and countless obstacles, he had never felt truly powerless. If someone struck him, he struck back- always.

Except three years ago. The memory of that powerless moment when he learned that Freya had married someone else still lingered, raw and bitter. He had thought that sensation, that deep, gnawing helplessness, would never return.

But now… it had returned, slithering through him with an intensity he had thought long buried.

He knew Freya had been taken by Silas Whitmor, yet the Alpha’s cunning had erased every trace of her whereabouts. He didn’t know where to start looking. Not the Ironclad Coalition estate, not the remote operations sites, nothing. Every lead dissolved into nothing.

Whitmore… Silas Whitmor…

Even though Silas claimed he would not harm Freya, the unease coiled in Kade’s chest like a wolf in a trap. The thought of waiting for two weeks while Freya recovered, vulnerable and isolated, was unbearable.

No. He would not wait. He would find her. He would bring her home.

Meanwhile, on the island, Freya had accepted that confrontation with Silas would not serve her. The Alpha had taken extreme measures to secure the island, but she was not entirely helpless. Her WolfComm and satellite links were still functional, though her location had been masked

as’s manipulations.

b

Aside from that, the island was eerily empty–just Silas and Freya, with automated systems taking care of cleaning and basic maintenance. The perimeter was clear of any boats or aircraft, as Silas had shown her during a guided tour. Unless someone arrived from outside, or she attempted the impossible by swimming across open sea, she was stranded.

Her shoulder injury made self–care difficult, and Silas insisted on assisting. The wound, a gunshot grazed into her back shoulder, was awkward to reach. Freya had reluctantly allowed him to tend to it.

In the living quarters, Freya lowered the strap of her shirt, exposing the raw, reddened skin of her left shoulder. Silas’s long, elegant fingers traced the wound with the precision of someone

1/3

who had handled the injured countless times before.

“Does it hurt?” he asked softly, his voice a low murmur that seemed to wrap around her senses. “Not much,” she replied. “Just… if you’re going to apply the ointment, do it quickly

Her words faltered abruptly. Something soft pressed against the wound–something warmer than her own skin. It took a second for her to process that Silas was kissing the injury.

“Silas Whitmor, what are you doing?!” Her instinct was to push him away, to assert control over her own body, but his hands held her firmly, unyielding.

His lips lingered on the wound, gentle yet deliberate, as if he were touching a delicate relic, something fragile that could break under a careless hand. Freya narrowed her eyes, her wolfish instincts bristling.

“We–this isn’t right,” she hissed. “Don’t force me.”

Her shoulder ached, but if a fight had erupted between them, Freya knew she would not necessarily lose. She felt her heartbeat accelerate, her fangs unconsciously pressing against her bottom lip.

“Sorry,” he whispered, almost reverently.

Her body froze, but his voice continued in her ear, soft and remorseful:

“I’m sorry… I was late. I couldn’t protect you in time… I’m sorry… sorry…”

Freya pursed her lips, steadying her emotions. “There’s nothing to be sorry for. This wound… it isn’t your fault.”

las’s ber eyes darkened with unspoken emotion. “If I had reached you sooner, you

have been hurt. I would have-”

Ou

She didn’t know the depth of his anguish, the terror that had clawed at him when he saw her collapse in Kade’s arms, blood soaking through her white shirt. For a fleeting, infinite moment, the world had seemed to vanish for Silas. He had feared she would die before he could even touch her again, feared he would never hear her voice, feel her warmth, or meet those eyes that always saw through him.

And yet, here she was.

“Thank you,” Freya said suddenly, surprising herself. “Thank you for everything you did in Deepmoor City. But… we are no longer together. You have no obligation to protect me. My injuries… you don’t need to apologize for them.”

For a heartbeat, his gaze softened, and he released her. Relief surged through her as she

2/3

exhaled quietly, ready to move.

“Wait,” Silas said, holding up a hand. “Don’t move. The ointment isn’t applied yet. Let me finish.”

This time, he approached with solemn purpose. His hands worked carefully over the wound, applying the salve, wrapping gauze, and securing it with gentle precision. Once finished, he adjusted her clothing, fastening buttons with meticulous care..

Freya watched him, noticing the subtle tension easing from his fingers. She couldn’t help but ask, “How… how are your fingers?”

Three of his fingers had been brutally broken the day they ended their relationship. She had seen the damage, had seen the pain in his face.

“They’re healing,” he said, his voice quiet but confident. “In a few more days, they’ll be fully functional. The doctors said there won’t be any lasting damage.”

She nodded, relief washing over her. The faint glimmer in his eyes told her that, despite everything, he appreciated her concern.

“Then that’s good,” she murmured.

Silas’s amber gaze flickered with something almost imperceptible–a flash of happiness, perhaps, that she cared enough to ask.

“What would you like for dinner tonight?” he asked, his tone casual, though the intensity in his eyes suggested he cared more than she could imagine.

Freya tilted her head slightly, watching him, realizing the strange, precarious balance between their roles on the island. The Alpha, the captor, the man who had terrified her and saved her in

e same heartbeat… was also the only one she could rely on right now.

3.8K

1