A Warrior Luna's Awakening (Freya and Caelum) novel Chapter 399

**Trapped in You by Morrison Lee: Shadows of Our Love**
**Chapter 399**

Freya sat in contemplative silence, her thoughts weaving through the past like a gentle breeze stirring the leaves of an ancient forest. The idea of taking Parker back to the places of their childhood—those familiar paths where they had once roamed freely, and the wolves they had known as friends—seemed to pulse with potential. Perhaps, just perhaps, revisiting those sacred spaces could spark a flicker of memory in her brother’s mind, buried beneath layers of time and trauma. Memories, delicate as gossamer threads, could be revived by the scent of familiarity, the rhythm of old territories, and the echoes of laughter shared with their packmates. These elements might awaken even the most deeply suppressed recollections, coaxing them back into the light.

Her reverie was abruptly interrupted by Lana’s voice, a soft yet pointed observation cutting through her thoughts. “By the way… don’t you find Jenny’s look at you earlier a bit… peculiar?” she murmured, reclining against the wall with an air of casual curiosity.

Freya tilted her head, the question hanging in the air like a charged current. “Peculiar? She has never been one to regard me favorably, has she?”

A glimmer of amusement danced in Lana’s dark eyes, a flicker of mischief. “True enough, but this was different. In the past, she merely wore that thin veneer of hostility. Today, after you donned your gown, the way she scrutinized you… it was pure venom. You would think you had annihilated her entire lineage. I swear, I’ve never encountered eyes so… toxic.”

A faint smirk played on Freya’s lips, a mixture of defiance and amusement. “Who can truly decipher what lies in her heart? It matters little to me. I refuse to remain passive.”

“Still,” Lana cautioned softly, her tone turning serious, “individuals like her—like Jenny—are best kept at a distance. Trusting them is a dangerous game.”

Freya nodded, her fingers curling tightly around the velvet box containing her mother’s ruby necklace, a symbol of both love and loss. “I understand,” she replied, her voice low and edged with a dangerous resolve. “Once she has contributed bone marrow to save Parker’s life… if she dares to lay a finger on me, I will show no mercy.”

Lana’s expression darkened, indignation flaring in her gaze. “She is fortunate, really. If it weren’t for her ability to save Parker, she would have already faced exile from the Williams Family. You have shown remarkable restraint.”

Freya offered a small smile, though it was tinged with a hint of sadness. “This isn’t merely about me. Parker is my only family. His life, and the lives of those who protect him, are my responsibility. I must shield them at all costs.”

Lana leaned against the doorway, her voice dropping to a whisper. “You know, there might still be family on your mother’s side. Myra was separated from her kin, which led to her adoption by the Thorne family. Considering her age back then, she could have had siblings. Families often had multiple pups at once.”

Freya’s smile faded, replaced by a shadow of sorrow. “It’s not that straightforward. My grandparents once attempted to locate her family, but they were unsuccessful. Time has slipped away… and besides, my mother is no longer with us. If her relatives still exist, learning the truth might only bring them more pain.”

Lana nodded thoughtfully, the weight of the truth settling between them. “Yes… that is a harsh reality.”

Vaughn’s eyes narrowed, the intensity of his gaze barely contained. “No medication can truly help now. If you cannot release your grip on Freya, why not take advantage of her concern? Allow her to support your recovery. Let her stand by your side willingly.”

Silas’s jaw tightened, irritation flaring within him. “And then what? I manipulate her empathy, she reluctantly stays, I find temporary solace, and then she departs again? It’s a never-ending cycle of suffering. How utterly amusing.”

He leaned back in his chair, smoke curling lazily from his lips, the moonlight casting sharp reflections in his eyes, making them appear both fierce and predatory. He had played this game before, exploiting every vulnerability, every shred of sympathy. Her pity, her fleeting trust, her affection—all had been turned into weapons. He had hidden his wolfborn nature, presenting only the face she adored. Yet, in the end, it had not been enough to keep her by his side. Once trust was fractured, it could never fully mend.

“Do you truly believe this cycle will be endless? Perhaps this time you could… retain her,” Vaughn suggested quietly, his tone almost teasing, yet laced with a dark conspiratorial edge. “If you feel guilty about exploiting her pity, then perhaps I could step in as the villain—bind her to your side, ensure you sleep soundly, even if just for one night—”

Before Vaughn could finish, Silas sprang to his feet with the reflexive swiftness of a wolf. One hand shot out, closing around Vaughn’s throat with the strength of ironclad claws, his grip unyielding.

“Do not touch her,” Silas growled, his eyes blazing with a feral intensity. The room seemed to constrict around them, the shadows deepening under the weight of his presence.