A Warrior Luna's Awakening Chapter 391-395

**Chapter 391**

**Silas’s POV**

The passage of time felt agonizingly slow. Each tick of the clock echoed in the glass-and-steel confines of this towering edifice, as if the world outside was caught in a thick, syrupy haze. I stood transfixed, gazing through the expansive windows that reached toward the heavens, watching the sun ascend in its daily journey. Its rays sliced through the office, casting a mosaic of warmth and shadow across the polished floor, illuminating the stark contrast between light and dark, much like the tumult within me.

Wren entered the room with a measured cadence, his footsteps deliberate and cautious. “My apologies, Alpha Silas,” he began, his voice tinged with uncertainty. “Freya remains here. She refuses to leave, despite my attempts to persuade her. You know how stubborn she can be.”

I kept my focus on the distant skyline, my expression cold and inscrutable. “Let her wait,” I murmured, almost as if speaking to myself. My wolf stirred within me, restless and alert, its claws scraping against the barriers of instinct and memory, demanding attention.

Wren hesitated, his brow furrowed with concern. “It’s nearly noon, Alpha. If she continues to wait, she might not eat. Her shoulder wound—she hasn’t fully healed from that gunshot. If she stays there much longer…” His voice trailed off, his eyes darting toward me, searching for any sign of my thoughts.

A slow exhale escaped my lips, a release of the tension that had begun to creep in. Freya had a peculiar effect on me, one that no one else could replicate. Only she had the power to awaken both the beast within me and the man I had worked so hard to keep subdued.