A Warrior Luna's Awakening (Freya and Caelum) novel Chapter 408

Chapter 408

Third Person’s POV

Freya turned her body slightly, preparing to move.

That was when Jenny struck.

Malice twisted Jenny’s face as she suddenly lunged forward, both hands shoving hard at Freya’s back.

“Go die!” Jenny screamed.

But Freya had survived Iron Fang Recon.

She had learned long ago that danger never announced itself politely.

The moment Jenny’s killing intent flared, Freya’s wolf sensed it.

She twisted sharply to the side.

Jenny’s hands met empty air.

Before surprise could even settle on Jenny’s face, Freya stepped in, her movement clean and brutal. Her elbow came down with precise force against Jenny’s neck.

A dull crack echoed.

Jenny’s eyes rolled back.

Her body went slack and collapsed to the ground in a heap, unmoving.

Smoke curled around them, thick and choking.

Freya stood there for a brief second, lips pressed into a thin line.

Her right leg throbbed violently.

The fracture screamed for attention, every nerve flaring in protest. Her lungs burned from smoke inhalation, her muscles trembling from exhaustion after the explosion and the prolonged strain of holding Jenny’s weight.

Her physical condition was deteriorating fast.

Could she really get Jenny out of here?

Freya lowered her gaze to the unconscious woman.

Images of Eric surfaced unbidden.

The way his voice softened when he spoke of Lina. The tension he tried to hide behind forced calm. The fear he never voiced aloud.

Freya clenched her teeth.

She bent down, bracing herself, intending to hoist Jenny onto her shoulder-

When the ceiling groaned.

A deep, ominous crack split the air.

Freya’s head snapped up.

“No-”

The ceiling above them began to collapse.

Chunks of burning concrete and steel supports tore free, raining down in a violent cascade.

Freya reacted instantly.

She grabbed Jenny by the collar and dragged her with every ounce of strength she had, hurling her toward a slightly clearer patch of floor to the side.

Jenny’s body rolled away.

Freya tried to follow.

But her injured leg betrayed her.

Pain exploded through her lower body, locking her in place for a fraction of a second too long.

She raised her arms instinctively, curling her body to protect her head and chest, bracing for impact-

But the crushing blow never came.

A shadow moved.

A body slammed into her space.

Something solid shielded her completely.

Debris smashed down.

Stone shattered.

Dust and fire erupted.

Freya’s vision blurred, ears ringing violently.

When the dust settled enough for her to see, her pupils shrank.

It was Silas.

Not a firefighter.

Not a medic.

Not a professional rescue unit.

Silas.

He had thrown himself over her.

Broken concrete and burning fragments slammed into his back, forcing him down to one knee, then nearly flat against the ground.

Yet his arms were locked rigidly on either side of her body, caging her in, shielding her entirely

His face was pale as ash.

Blood trickled from his temple.

“Go…” he rasped, teeth clenched. “Get to safety… now. Move!”

Freya stared at him in disbelief.

What was he doing here?

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