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. 

He was dead. He had to be dead! Bjorn

never happen.

yet the Northern Lycan King stood before his eyes, holding his mate. Savannah wept in his arms, and

than when she stabbed him with a dagger, it was worse than when he found out his first mate was sleeping with

it hurt so

claws digging into the bark as

he could to survive, he did everything he could to get his mate to accept

And he managed to win! The victory was clear; it was his

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

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

ones

in the Lycan King’s arms, how the man he hated so much moved his mate behind his back,

from him. Him! They must

shifted uncontrollably and charged at his enemy. All the years of restraining himself were now

and this was

kill the Lycan King today, once and for all. He would be more

the ashes in different parts of the world just to make sure that he would

back and

He wanted his blood as payment for all

and then he was gone in an instant, turning into something completely else.

one had ever seen before.

not know what was going on, and in all honesty, she did not care how Kai came back. She was

him? What

of them cared about anything else anymore. They both equally wanted the other dead and were ready to sacrifice almost anything to achieve

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.

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 Bear King of the North, a royal in his own right, a bear blessed by a God, invincible, unstoppable

to win

when he saw a myriad of ice needles flying in his direction. He did not avert his eyes or cover himself, so

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

other sensitive areas. 

destroy the man 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 been sharing

if that damn bear would be back. He wanted her to be happy and

kill Bjorn. 

already there, piercing his side with the ice spikes

out a menacing roar from the pain, fury, and

out at his rival. His attack was brutal; he wasn’t wasting a second of his time, each move calculated

filled with agony. A battle of hateful passion

time. 

were equals, but somehow Kai’s technique was better. He was

Bjorn and end him quickly, but

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

needed to get her to a healer, and although this way took longer, it was the one that was going to bring

a mistake that opened up access to his neck

and sunk his ice–cold canines in, feeling how the warm blood of his enemy filled his mouth and trickled down

remembering everything the damn bear put them through, he ripped his flesh out, causing

mortal wound. 

words of the prophecy sounded over and over in his head. Never meet the Lycan King of the

with your

should have

consolation. A pool of blood was forming around him, but all he saw was Amarok shifting back to his 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

as if he was

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

enemy’s back. 

ground in his human form now, foraging for when death would come for him. Soon he heard

over him. 

person he wanted to see now. At least he wanted to die in peace. Maybe he deserved

with a smile. “I saw potential in you, and I believed in you. I have spent years helping you. I placed my bet on you

that they had a business relationship.

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

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

I only saw you caring about them,” Bjorn scoffed bitterly in a broken

one that went missing after a

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felt life slip away

informed him in a low voice and placed a hand on his

Bjorn coughed, blood spluttering from his wounds. However, he could feel how his healing was accelerated drastically,

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

smile. 

repeated his words to Bjorn. “What happened today was not fair. She was your

happy together, and

why couldn’t she react the way she was supposed to… After what I saw right

sorry!” 

you talking about? What is wrong

knowing that the bear

from the other side. “She is that mutt’s mate now,” he corrected himself, “but this is a forced bond.

shouldn’t be there.” 

underneath him in a new fit of raw