A Warrior Luna's Awakening (Freya and Caelum) novel Chapter 397

**TITLE: Trapped in You by Morrison Lee: Shadows of Our Love 397**

**Chapter 397**

In a charged atmosphere thick with tension, Jenny pivoted sharply, her chin raised defiantly, exuding an unsettling sense of victory. “Oh? Freya actually had the audacity to show up?” Her lips, painted a vivid red, curled into a smug smile. “You genuinely believe that Silas’s earlier defense of you changed anything? I regret to inform you that he has already retracted his words. I will not be cast out from the Williams Family. And mark my words, I will be present at the Whitmor anniversary banquet.”

Freya remained unflinching, her resolve unshaken. Naturally, Silas had spoken to the Williams; he had assured her of that.

With a calm demeanor, she turned her attention to the young man standing beside her.

“Brother.”

Parker’s body stiffened at the endearing term, a melody from their shared past that echoed in the recesses of his mind. “Freya… you’ve endured a lot,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble, heavy with an unspoken burden. There was a poignant understanding between them; he was acutely aware that Silas’s retreat was a consequence of Freya’s confrontation with him. He recognized the price she had paid for it.

Freya blinked, momentarily taken aback. It had been years since he had addressed her in such a tender manner, and for a fleeting instant, warmth flickered in her chest.

But Jenny was quick to interject, her voice sharp and accusatory. “What did you just call her?”

“She’s my sister,” Parker replied, his gaze unwavering, a steely resolve evident in his demeanor. “I call her Freya. Is there a problem with that?”

“Sister?” Jenny’s expression contorted in disbelief, a storm brewing within her. “Wait—have you regained your memories?”

Parker, unfazed, responded quietly, “Even without the memories, DNA doesn’t lie.” He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in. “And the things she told me… the history we once shared… I can piece it all together.”

Panic washed over Jenny’s face, quickly replaced by a darkness that loomed like an approaching tempest. “Your sister is me. Don’t forget your place.”

“My sister was never you,” Parker shot back, his voice slicing through the tension like a knife. “The only reason you’re even here is that you can heal Lina.”

Jenny straightened, her triumph returning, even more pronounced. “Exactly. And since you just admitted it—I’m the only one who can save Lina, which means Freya should kneel. Here. Now. And apologize.”

Parker’s expression hardened, a mask of cold fury. “Jenny, enough. I have complied with your every demand—everything. Don’t push me to my limits again.”

“Oh, I will push them,” she hissed, a dangerous edge creeping into her tone. “Unless you want Lina to die.”

Parker clenched his jaw, his breath trembling with suppressed rage. “If someone must kneel, then I—”

He began to lower himself, the weight of despair pressing down on him.

In an instant, Freya surged forward, faster than a breath could escape, her hand clamping onto his arm with a force that belied her slender frame. Her wolf flickered to life within her; her eyes shimmered with a silvery intensity.

“So,” she spoke softly, yet her words held an undercurrent of steel, “you wish for me to be on my knees?”

Jenny’s smirk widened, a cruel twist of satisfaction. “Of course. If not for you, I wouldn’t have faced near expulsion. You’ve made me lose face. Shouldn’t you pay for that?”

Freya’s laughter rang out—cold, crystalline, and sharp enough to cut through the tension. “And you believe you deserve that?”

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