A Warrior Luna's Awakening (Freya and Caelum) novel Chapter 371

Chapter 371

Freya’s POV

Wren stood at the edge of the stone dock, the sea wind heavy with salt and mist. “Alpha Silas instructed me to follow your command, Miss Freya. If you wish to leave the island, transport can be arranged immediately.”

Leave? The word pierced through me like an arrow of cold wind. By our agreement, the Lunar Severance Phase still had two days left. Two days before I was meant to walk away free.

Woods Silas?” I asked quietly, though my voice trembled.

shirmor has already departed,” Wren replied, lowering his gaze. “If you wish to stay, I’ll arrange staff and niedies to remain on the island. You may treat it as a private retreat.”

A bitter laugh escaped me. “That won’t be necessary.”

So he had truly gone. Silas had not only left without a word but had freed me before the appointed time. He meant to sever everything between us. No hesitation. No turning back.

Perhaps last night, under the blood moon, was our true goodbye.

I drew in a shaky breath, my chest tightening. Maybe it was better this way. Silas and I were like fire and frost-never meant to coexist. Now we were simply returning to where fate intended: separate paths, separate packs.

“Then, Miss Freya,” Wren said softly, “what are your orders?”

“Take me back to the Capital,” I answered.

“Understood.”

When the rotor blades chopper roared to life, I took one last look at the island-a place meant to heal, yet one that had witnessed my undoing. The flight took barely half an hour. I hadn’t realized how close this exile had been to the world I’d once called home.

During the return, I contacted Lana and Kade through WolfComm, letting them know I was coming back. The moment I stepped off the chopper onto the Capital’s landing field, I saw them waiting there.

“Freya!” Kade ran forward before I could say a word. He pulled me into a fierce embrace, his scent-smoke and pine-instantly grounding me. “You’re finally back.”

I lifted a hand and patted his shoulder lightly. “Didn’t I tell you over the call? I’m fine.”

He didn’t release me. His hold only tightened, as if the mere act of letting go might make me disappear again. “You say that,” he muttered, “but none of us knew what Silas might’ve done to you.”

Behind him, Wren cleared his throat politely. “Miss Freya.”

I gave Kade’s back a reassuring tap, and he reluctantly stepped aside. Wren approached and inclined his head. “Now that you’ve safely returned to the Capital, I’ll report back to Alpha Whitmor.”

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“Thank you, Wren,” I said quietly.

He turned and disappeared into the crowd.

Lana came up beside me, her sharp eyes glinting with curiosity. “Silas isn’t with you?”

I hesitated for a breath before answering, “We’ve separated. It’s over. There won’t be anything like this again.”

Lana arched an elegant brow. “Something must’ve happened on that island.”

kele’s paw clenched. “If he ever dares lay a hand on you again, Freya, I’ll make him pay.”

“There won’t be a next time,” I said firmly. Then, trying to redirect the conversation, I asked, “I saw on the Pack Council feeds that the Williams family has arrived in the Capital?”

“Yesterday,” Kade replied. As part of the Iron Fang Recon Unit, he was always well-informed. “If you want to see Parker, I can arrange it.”

“Please do. Thank you.”

Kade smiled faintly. “For you, Freya, nothing is ever trouble.”

His sincerity warmed me, even as guilt twisted in my chest. I knew his feelings-but to me, he was a brother, a comrade forged in battle, nothing more.

“Come on,” Lana cut in, linking her arm through mine. “Let’s get food first. It’s nearly noon.”

We ended up at an old Capital restaurant-a place famed for its Ironfang stew and charred venison. The air smelled of spice and woodfire. We ordered quickly, and halfway through waiting, Kade’s WolfComm buzzed.

“I need to take this,” he said, stepping away.

Lana leaned closer once he was gone. “So… you and Silas are really done?”

I lowered my gaze. “I think so.”

Her eyes narrowed, glinting with mischief. “Then what’s that on your neck? Don’t tell me that mark isn’t from him.”

I froze. My hand flew to my throat instinctively. Moonlight, no. It must’ve been from last night-Silas’s mouth against my skin, his touch bruising and desperate even as he told me to forget him.

Before I could answer, Kade returned, slipping his device back into his pocket. “What are you two whispering about?”

“Nothing,” I said quickly, tugging my collar up. My face felt hot.

He didn’t press, but his sharp eyes flicked to my neck-and lingered. He didn’t have to say anything. The faint mark spoke for itself, and every wolf knew what it meant.

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