A Warrior Luna's Awakening (Freya and Caelum) novel Chapter 388

**TITLE: Trapped in You by Morrison Lee: Shadows of Our Love 388**

**Chapter 388**

**Freya’s POV**

The pulse of my heart echoed like a war drum behind my ribs as Everett Williams raised his hand.

With a single, deliberate motion, the atmosphere within the grand Williams estate shifted, the shadows themselves seeming to grow darker and more menacing. From the dimly lit stone hallways emerged a dozen enforcers, their broad shoulders and combat-ready stances exuding an air of authority and intimidation. Each of them was steeped in the unmistakable scent of Silverfang steel and unwavering loyalty.

And just like that, they surrounded me.

The wolf within me surged to the forefront, its instincts bristling just beneath my skin, ready to defend, ready to fight.

I refused to take a step back.

Parker’s voice, laced with alarm, broke through the tension beside me. “Everett, what are you doing?”

Everett’s expression remained largely unchanged, his scholarly facade—gentle voice, calm demeanor—cracking just enough for the predator lurking beneath to surface.

“I’m merely demonstrating,” he said softly, “how effortlessly the Williams Family can eliminate a problem when the need arises.”

The intensity of his kill intent radiated from him, cool and calculated, like a blade poised at the throat, ready to strike.

I swept my gaze across the encircling guards, feeling the weight of their presence, before meeting the cold, calculating eyes of the so-called head of the Williams Family.

“So, this is your resolve? You truly intend for Parker to be stripped of his name forever?”

“You misunderstand my intentions,” Everett replied, his tone deceptively light, almost compassionate. “I simply protect what is dear to me—my mother and my sister.” His eyes gleamed with an icy devotion that bordered on obsession. “For them, I would raze cities to the ground. I would obliterate entire Packs. I would sever bloodlines. So, I advise you not to test my patience, child.”

Child.

The term struck a chord within me, a bitter irony.

Because the heat surging in my chest felt anything but childish; it felt like the unyielding Stormveil blood that refused to bend, to crawl, to submit.

“You have people for whom you would lay down your life,” I said, my voice steady, almost soothing. “I understand that. Truly. But I have the same.”

My breathing became more measured, the Wolf within me mirroring that steadiness. “You want Parker to repay the Williams Family’s debt? Fine. But not by erasing his very essence. Not by forcing him to live a life cloaked in a false identity.”

“Reasonable words,” Everett remarked, his tone dismissive. “But tell me—”

His gaze swept over me, a flicker of disdain evident.

“—what qualifications do you believe you possess to negotiate with me?”

Qualifications?

A smile crept onto my lips.

And in that moment, I acted.

I surged toward him, propelled by explosive speed honed through my rigorous training with the Iron Fang Recon Unit—a speed that took the Williams guards by surprise, especially from a woman who bore the scent of the Bloodmoon Pack’s diplomatic branch.

They rushed at me, dozens of boots echoing against the polished stone, their bodies colliding with mine in a chaotic frenzy.

Parker reached out, desperation etched across his face, but three guards swiftly restrained him, pinning him down with brutal efficiency.

I didn’t look back.

I fought.

Not for victory; that wasn’t my goal.

What I needed was a path.

So I exchanged blows recklessly, every step fueled by my wolf’s ferocity and my own simmering rage. My left shoulder ripped open, an old wound beneath my jacket bursting forth, hot blood cascading down my arm, but pain was a distant thought in this moment.

One guard fell. Then another.

I slipped between two more, evading a strike, driving my elbow into a throat, and continued my relentless advance.

My vision narrowed to a tunnel.

My wolf howled in exhilaration.

And then—I broke free.

Everett’s eyes widened in shock as I lunged forward, wrapping my arm around his throat, locking him in a chokehold that was both precise and powerful. His guards froze, instincts screaming at them not to make a move.

Everett himself appeared momentarily stunned, caught off guard.

I tightened my grip.

The ghost that the Williams Family still whispered about in hushed tones.

And this—this fragile photograph—was his last tangible connection to her.

In that moment, clarity washed over me.

I closed the locket gently and lifted my gaze to meet his, the weight of understanding heavy in the air.

“You cherish your family,” I said softly, my voice steady. “Good. Then hear me when I say this.”

I stepped closer, blood still dripping from my shoulder, my wolf snarling fiercely beneath my skin.

“Eric is the only family I have left. My father, Arthur Thorne, and my mother, Myra, died without ever finding him. Their ashes rest in the Ashbourne Legion’s Hall of Martyrs, and the last wish they had in this world was to bring their son home.”

Everett’s jaw tightened, the muscles visibly clenching.

“For my family,” I continued, my voice unwavering, “I can be just as ruthless as you.”

A profound silence enveloped the hall.

The guards remained motionless.

Parker held his breath, the tension palpable.

Even the air felt thick with the scent of iron, blood, and the impending clash of war.

I tightened my grip on the chain.

“You threaten me, Everett? Then understand this perfectly: I am not prey. I am not disposable. And I will not break.”

My voice dropped to a chilling whisper.

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“If you’re willing to destroy everything for the people you love—then know this: so will I.”

The wolf within me lifted its head, eyes blazing with fire.

And in that moment, Everett finally understood that Stormveil wolves were never meant to kneel.