A Warrior Luna's Awakening (Freya and Caelum) novel Chapter 393

**TITLE: Trapped in You by Morrison Lee: Shadows of Our Love 393**

**Chapter 393**

**Freya’s POV**

As I stepped out from the imposing structure of the Whitmor Group’s headquarters, the biting wind of The Capital rushed against my skin, carrying with it the unmistakable metallic scent of winter mingled with the smoky aroma of wolfsteel from the nearby forges. It was a jarring contrast to the sterile air inside the building, and before I could fully collect my thoughts, I noticed a figure striding toward me with an urgent intensity.

Kade.

The moment his presence registered, I was enveloped by his familiar scent—a crisp pine interwoven with the distinct smoky undertone that was emblematic of the Iron Fang Recon Unit. His brows were drawn tightly together, and his eyes swept over me with a protective scrutiny that was both comforting and unnerving.

“What are you doing here?” I blurted out, taken aback by his sudden appearance.

“I heard from Lana that you were visiting Silas,” he replied, his voice low yet tinged with an edge of concern. “I came to pick you up. Did he give you a hard time?”

It was clear he already knew why I had come. Lana must have filled him in on everything—Eric’s dire situation, the potential donor match, the obstinate refusal of the Williams Family… it was all out in the open.

“No,” I answered, trying to keep my tone steady.

“Then… did he agree?” Kade pressed, his voice thick with apprehension.

“More or less,” I replied, the weight of my words hanging heavily in the air.

Kade’s frown deepened, his expression shifting to one of frustration. “What does ‘more or less’ even mean?”

“He wants me to go somewhere with him tomorrow. In exchange,” I explained, my voice steady despite the turmoil brewing within me.

Kade’s reaction was immediate, his protective instincts flaring. “Where?”

“I don’t know. He didn’t specify,” I admitted, feeling a twinge of unease.

“And you’re still going?” His voice sharpened, the wolf within him rising to the surface, ready to defend.

“Yes,” I affirmed, my resolve firm enough to momentarily silence him. “This is about the person who saved Eric’s life. If I don’t take this chance—if that person dies because Jenny Williams refuses to donate… I won’t be able to forgive myself. Not in this lifetime.”

Kade exhaled sharply, his breath a visible puff in the cold air. “Then I’ll go with you.”

“I can manage on my own. And Silas wouldn’t allow you to follow anyway.” I placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, a gesture meant to soothe. “Don’t worry. Nothing will happen.”

“You trust him that much?” he asked quietly, his voice laced with doubt. “He didn’t even tell you where he’s taking you.”

I met his gaze, searching for the source of his unease.

What was it that made him so apprehensive?

Perhaps it was the unspoken truth that had always lingered between us:

My feelings for Silas were anything but straightforward.

“If Silas truly intended to harm me, he wouldn’t bother with these games,” I replied, trying to reassure him. “And besides… he’s never hurt me. Not once.”

Except for the lie.

Except for the day my trust in him shattered into a million pieces.

Kade remained silent, his eyes drifting up to the towering Whitmor Group building, his jaw tightening as if the sight alone caused him pain.

He understood—perhaps better than anyone—that Silas and I had fallen apart because the bond of trust between us had disintegrated.

But maybe he also recognized what I was too afraid to admit:

Even after everything, a part of me still held onto hope for Silas.

And that realization frightened him.

It frightened me, too.

Kade’s lips pressed into a thin line, and for a fleeting moment, he appeared almost defeated. Then, he turned away, as if the mere sight of the building was enough to stir something deep within him.

I stood there, grappling with the words I wanted to say but couldn’t find the strength to voice.

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