The Luna Trials by Marissa Gilbert

Chapter 65 

Bjorn knew that the moment his healing was done, he would pursue Savvy, overpower her, to try to knock her out and bring her back. The silly girl used her third form, and he knew that she couldn’t control it. Knocking her out would be the one and only chance to bring her back from this. If she stayed in her Royal Lycan form for too long, he would lose her. He couldn’t lose her! She was all he had, 

and now his head was spinning with ideas of how to get her back. There had to be a way! 

Once again, he regretted pushing her too far too fast, but at the same time, he also regretted not marking her at once. If he hadn’t taken pity on her situation and just went with it, she would still be healing and in his full grasp. These were selfish thoughts. The thoughts contradicted each other, and, in all honesty, he didn’t know what he should have done. How he should have handled her, but he knew 

now that what he chose to do was wrong. 

One thing was for sure; he shouldn’t have believed in what was too good to be true. She played on his desire to be accepted and 

used his one and only weakness. 

His wound still hadn’t fully healed, but he heard several loud roars coming from the main square that made him fear for her  life. 

“Don’t… kill,” his voice gurgled through his chest as he clenched his neck. The long cut on his chest didn’t bother him much, but the  neck wound was still dangerously painful. 

Joran followed him with his gaze in silence, and only a few warriors stayed by his side for protection, none of them dared to offer 

him help, knowing that he’d rather end them than acknowledge this humiliation. He never forgave humiliation… until now. 

Savvy humiliated him more than anyone else in his entire life. Only Castiel’s father could possibly compare to what she did to him 

tonight. Yet… he… had already forgiven her. He knew that he’d have to punish her, lock her away, keep her far away from everyone, but 

he wouldn’t kill her, and he wouldn’t reject her. She could do anything to him, and the result would be the same. He needed her. 

A growl escaped him at the realisation. 

“She is long gone,” Jor commented, gulping the rest of his wine and throwing away the glass angrily. His lips were pressed into a 

thin white line now, and Bjorn didn’t know what to make out of it all. 

“You could have helped!” the White Bear King snapped. 

“Not in this case,” the Serpent scowled, turning away as if he was keeping more secrets from him. Secrets, secrets, secrets. Everyone 

had secrets, and Bjorn had had enough of all this. 

He kicked a jug that was on the floor right next to him, and a menacing growl escaped his chest as he pushed himself to restore, the 

acceleration clouding his mind temporarily. 

He heard the despair of his men in their mindlink. He felt them dying one by one, knowing that it was Savannah’s doing. 

“Just kill the b***h!” One of his warriors growled. “Or she is going to kill us all!” 

A wave of panic rippled through him. 

Whatever it was, he couldn’t let anyone hurt her. If his men killed her, they were as good as dead. 

“Bring her back alive!” He snarled at them in his mind and ran. Ran, ran, ran to where he felt her. Though thoughts of the many 

punishments he could inflict on her for what she did today were flashing before his eyes, he knew that the main goal was to protect her. 

In a way, he would always be protecting her. Why couldn’t she see that and accept him? Her first mate was dead, Kai was dead, her whole 

family was dead. He was all she had, too. 

The sight in the square startled him for an instance. So many bodies… He’d lost so many men! 

But that wasn’t important now. All he wanted was to save her, to get her back. He would do everything differently now, he would not 

underestimate her again. 

He raced through the woods in his human form. That let him use some narrow paths a bear wouldn’t be able to. He ran without 

thinking twice, using his instincts to reach her. 

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A great idea suddenly came to his mind. Poison! He could tell people that she was poisoned, and that was why she did all these 

things today. It wasn’t the most believable version in the world, but it could work if he could scare people enough to support his claim. 

He would have to lock her in the highest tower and keep her there for a year or two for safety reasons, but… at least they could still be  together. 

Finally, her delicious scent reached his nostrils, and he breathed out in relief, knowing that she was alive. The stench of blood let 

him know that his warriors probably weren’t… 

But he could live with that. Losing Savannah would have been unbearable. 

However, he soon smelled something else. A familiar scent but with new notes. 

dead. He had to be dead! Bjorn personally pierced his heart

never

holding his mate. Savannah wept in his arms, and then he claimed Bjorn’s 

was worse

it hurt

elongated claws digging into the bark as he did his best not to give himself away. Why was life

him? He did everything he could to survive, he did everything he could to get his mate to accept his mark,

face Kai in battle, and he never did! And he managed to

His plan was perfect! He had thought about everything! Why! Why did it have to be

was the cry of a warrior, the scream of a betrayed lover

ones

arms, how the man he hated so much moved his

Him! They must

overwhelmed him, and as if he was an impulsive teen, he shifted uncontrollably and charged at his enemy. All the years of restraining himself were now gone. He did everything as he was told, planned everything meticulously, he kept away from Kai

prophecy, and this was

anymore. He was going to kill the Lycan King today, once and for all. He

burn them and scatter the ashes in different parts of the world just to

back and disturb his happiness again.

He wanted his blood as payment for all

Kai gently pushed her back, and then he was gone in an instant, turning into something completely

seen before. The

what was going on, and in all honesty, she did not care how Kai came back. She was genuinely happy to just see him, happy that they had another chance. But now she was asking herself, what did he

him? What had

else anymore. They both equally wanted

just a Royal Lycan anymore. The creature that fought against him was so much more than that, but it wasn’t stopping the bear from trying to kill him. The wolf threw him and made him crash against a tree, breaking the ancient pine in half, chips flying in all directions. But the anger and hate were his fuel now, so Bjorn was back on his feet in no time.

took in the beast before him and noticed how the ice on his back and neck was growing taller by the minute. The white bear charged at him again, knowing that his best chance was a surprise attack. He would aim for the neck and the belly, the parts where he could make a fatal blow. Luckily, regular bears‘ jaws were strong enough to make deadly bites. Bjorn, however, was no regular bear. He was the White

win

was still running when he saw a myriad of ice needles flying in his direction. He

sharp blades went through his skin and fur. That stopped him as he had to

other sensitive areas. 

who had hurt his mate and tried to break them apart. Kai had hatred in his heart, too. Not only was Bjorn responsible for their suffering and separation, for murdering him, for trying to claim Savannah as his own, but he even ruined the sweet moment they had

if that damn bear would be back. He

kill Bjorn. 

the needles too quickly, but Kai was already there, piercing his side

in his direction. The bear let out a menacing roar from the pain, fury, and frustration

attack was brutal; he wasn’t wasting a

hateful passion and contradictions. However, Amarok manoeuvred easily, escaping each

time. 

Kai’s technique was better. He was exhausting the bear and using his own

against him. The Lycan King wanted to pounce on Bjorn and end him quickly, but unlike Bjorn, who was

knew that he had to take his time. Savannah was watching and wounded and

to get her to a healer, and although this way took longer, it

he made a mistake that opened up

how the warm blood of his enemy filled his

and then, remembering everything the damn bear put them through, he ripped his

mortal wound. 

and over in his head. Never meet the

never fight him with your own hands.

should have listened.

human form and running towards his mate. Bjorn’s mate. He could still smell her intoxicating bluebell scent, and although it pained him to see her wrapping her arms around his mortal enemy, a part of him was happy that at least her scent. enveloped him in his final moments. For a moment there, his eyes locked with

him behind as if he was nothing

he would. His destiny was cruel, after all. The last thing he would ever see would be his

enemy’s back. 

two lycans were gone, and Bjorn lay on the ground in his human form now, foraging for when death would come for him. Soon he heard footsteps somewhere in the distance and hoped that his time had come. However, he had to frown when he

over him. 

was the last person he wanted to see now. At least he wanted to die in peace. Maybe

you?” Joran knelt next to him on the cold ground. “I have known you since you were a little boy,” he confessed with a smile. “I saw potential in you, and I believed in you. I have spent years helping

Bjorn always thought that they

sad smile curling the Serpent’s lips. Unreasonably, he wanted to anger the

at the sky as if he was contemplating something. “They are

about them,”

one of them,” Joran admitted. “The one that went missing

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much anymore. He felt life slip away

overplayed,” Joran informed him in a low voice and placed

his wounds. However, he could feel how

eye darted to the Serpent, whose lips twitched as if he was

smile. 

I care about you,” he repeated his words to Bjorn. “What happened today was not fair. She was your mate, you were both

of you could have been happy together, and honestly, in the castle, I couldn’t understand

why couldn’t she react the way she was supposed to… After what I saw right now… Darius, now I know. And I am so

sorry!” 

brows quirked up, “Wh–what are you talking about? What is wrong

that the bear would be restored in minutes on his own

out from the other side. “She is that mutt’s mate now,” he corrected

shouldn’t be there.” 

the soil underneath him in a new fit of raw fury. A forced bond!