A Warrior Luna's Awakening (Freya and Caelum) novel Chapter 392

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

**Chapter 392**

**Silas’s POV**

I observed her with a predatory intensity, allowing the silence to stretch between us like a taut wire, a hunter gauging the resolve of its prey. Finally, I broke the stillness, my voice a low rumble filled with purpose, each syllable heavy with the weight of a wolf’s authority. “For your brother… you would do anything?”

Her gaze met mine with an unwavering strength, a fierce determination that spoke volumes. “For Eric… yes, I would. But not at the expense of my own life, nor by compromising my moral compass. Sacrificing that would only lead to grief—his grief. I would find another way, a different path to convince the Williams Family to change their minds, or to persuade Jenny to donate her marrow.”

The wolf within me stirred, a low growl rumbling in my chest. She was setting boundaries even in her fierce devotion—a rarity among mortals, and even more so among wolves. Yet, the fire burning in her eyes, the tautness of her body, hinted that she was prepared to push those limits to their breaking point if necessary.

I tilted my head, scrutinizing her with curiosity. “And if I were to ask you to return to me… would you?”

For a fleeting moment, her expression faltered, uncertainty flickering across her features. The wolf within her bristled beneath the calm facade she maintained. But before she could articulate her thoughts, I interrupted her. “Don’t say a word. Not a single syllable. If you utter anything… I will reject it all. Do you understand?”

Her eyes widened slightly as she caught the glint of crimson that had seeped into my amber-gold gaze—my wolf, primal and alpha, simmering just beneath the surface. An emotion flashed between us that I couldn’t quite name. My control was fraying. If she dared to respond, if she offered herself in any way… I would lose all restraint.

I stepped closer, each movement slow and deliberate, feeling the magnetic pull of our intertwined instincts. My hand rose, brushing lightly against her lips—not as a threat, but as a warning. If she were to say yes, the jealousy and possessiveness buried deep within my wolf’s bloodline instincts would erupt uncontrollably.

Freya stiffened, the air around us crackling with a heady mix of loyalty and desire.

“Silas…” she murmured, her voice awkward, a hint of uncertainty creeping in as she tried to look away, to regain some semblance of control.

But my fingers tightened gently around her jaw, tilting her head so that she could not escape my gaze. My fingertips brushed over her lips once more, deliberately, testing her resolve, teasing her boundaries. “Come with me,” I said, my voice low, a growl threading through my words.

“Where?” The surprise in her voice was palpable, yet beneath it lay a trace of trust, faint but present.

“You’ll see. And after that… whatever you seek with the Williams Family, it will be resolved.”

Her lips pressed into a thin line, contemplation dancing across her features before she nodded. “I agree.” Her hand slipped from my fingers, firm and resolute.

“Tomorrow morning. I’ll come for you.”

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