A Warrior Luna's Awakening (Freya and Caelum) novel Chapter 389

**Shadows of Our Love: Chapter 389**

Freya took a step back, her heart racing, as she hurled the pendant necklace toward Everett. The chain glimmered in the dim light of the hotel suite, a fleeting spark against the shadows, before it landed squarely in his outstretched palm. She didn’t linger to gauge his reaction; the adrenaline still coursed through her veins, her muscles quivering from the recent confrontation, and the pain of her reopened wound pulsed ominously beneath the tattered fabric of her shirt. Without a second thought, she turned on her heel, grasping Parker’s wrist with a firm grip, and propelled him toward the exit.

The guards of the Williams Family instinctively shifted, their bodies coiling like springs ready to pounce, but Everett raised a hand, his authority radiating from him like a palpable force.

“Let them go.”

Even in her injured state, Freya could sense the weight of his command, an Alpha’s voice that brooked no dissent. The guards parted, allowing her and Parker to slip past them, the heavy door of the suite closing with a definitive thud behind them.

Once they stepped into the hotel’s main lobby, a stark contrast to the tension they had just left, Parker’s voice broke through the air, thick with concern. The lobby was bright and polished, the fragrance of imported wolfsbane flowers mingling with the cool air, a strange comfort amidst their chaos.

“Freya, your shoulder—your wound’s reopened. You’re bleeding too much. The concierge desk should have basic medical supplies. We need to stop the bleeding now.”

“It’s nothing serious,” she replied, attempting to brush off his worry, even as blood trickled down her arm, warm and dark against her skin. Her wolf stirred restlessly within her, a reminder of her strength, even as it craved peace. “I’ll heal.”

“How could I possibly not worry?” Parker’s voice trembled, the weight of his concern evident. “You’re my sister.”

Freya froze, the impact of his words striking her like a physical blow. They were simple, stripped of pretense, yet they resonated deeply within her—an instinctive truth that transcended the barriers of memory. In that moment, warmth blossomed within her, something familiar and achingly old.

Even with three years of his memories stripped away, Parker still felt that connection. He still reached for her, his hand guiding her toward the concierge desk. A female staff member appeared swiftly, her movements efficient and gentle as she retrieved gauze and antiseptic foam. She worked with a practiced ease, rewrapping Freya’s shoulder with a care that spoke volumes.

The tear wasn’t deep; her earlier burst of strength had been driven by adrenaline and the primal instincts of her wolf, not recklessness.

Only when the bleeding slowed did Parker let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding.

“Freya… don’t ever do that again,” he murmured, his voice low and serious. “Charging a full circle of guards alone—you could have been seriously hurt.”

“Today was an exception,” she replied, her tone steady and unwavering. “If I hadn’t acted, Everett would never have taken me seriously.”

“You were too impulsive. If Everett truly decided to come after you—”

“He won’t.” Freya’s gaze sharpened, determination igniting within her. “And even if he did—this is the Capital, not C-Domain. The Williams Family doesn’t get to run wild here.”

A faint, wry smile danced on her lips. “Besides… your intel about what he cares about helped.”

Parker’s expression tightened, a mix of frustration and concern etched on his features. “So you risked your life to rip off his pendant?”

“It worked, didn’t it?” Freya shot back, her eyes softening as she regarded him. “But what about you? What will you do now?”

Parker fell silent, the weight of his thoughts heavy in the air.

“Lina is still in C-Domain,” he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper. “The Williams Family is covering all her treatment, and she still needs Jenny’s marrow for stabilization. For now… I can’t leave.”

“I understand.” Her heart ached with empathy; Freya knew the burden of a sibling’s life better than anyone.

Parker continued, his voice quiet but resolute.

“And Everett’s mother… she’s a good woman. A painful past, but good. I won’t break the promise I made. I’ll help her stabilize, help her accept who I really am—Eric.”

Freya blinked in surprise.

Parker… willing to embrace the identity he had lost?

His voice grew firmer, a newfound conviction threading through his words.

“Once the Williams Family finishes negotiating their trade agreement with the Whitmore Group, I’ll return to C-Domain, settle everything, and come back—not as Parker, but as Eric.”

Freya felt her throat constrict, emotion swelling within her.

For a fleeting heartbeat, she could see the brother she remembered—the one who had always stood between her and danger, who had shielded her with his body, who would gently touch her head when they parted ways.

“Alright,” she whispered, her voice steady and filled with resolve. “I’ll wait for you.”

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