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! Bjorn personally pierced his heart with that

would never happen.

mate. Savannah wept in his arms, and then

was worse than when he found out

Why did it hurt so

a tree, his elongated claws digging into the bark as he did his best not

could to survive, he did everything he could

not to face Kai in battle, and he never did! And he managed to win! The

thought about

his control, it was the cry of a warrior, the scream of a

to the ones who hurt

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

from him. Him! They must

if he was an impulsive teen, he shifted uncontrollably and charged at his enemy. All the years of restraining himself were

prophecy, and this was

Lycan King today, once and for all. He would be more clever this time and tear

them and scatter the ashes in

and disturb his happiness again.

his blood as payment for all the pain

Kai gently pushed her back, and then he was gone

a creature no one had ever seen before. The place where they clashed was covered

what was going on, and in all honesty, she did not care how Kai came back. She was genuinely happy to just see him,

her? What happened to him?

growls and roars; they hated each other so much that neither of them cared about anything else anymore. They both equally wanted the other dead and

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

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

to win this.

still running when he saw a myriad of ice needles flying in his direction. He did not avert his eyes

through his skin and fur. That stopped him as he had to brush them off, get them out of his eyes and nose

other sensitive areas. 

Not only was Bjorn responsible for their suffering and separation, for murdering him,

would be back. He wanted her to be happy and safe, and

kill Bjorn. 

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

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

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

A battle of hateful passion

time. 

somehow Kai’s technique was better. He was exhausting the

Bjorn and end him quickly, but unlike Bjorn, who was desperate and

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

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

he made a mistake that opened

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

and then, remembering everything the damn bear put them through,

mortal wound. 

prophecy sounded over and over

fight him with your

should have listened.

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 Savannah’s,

behind as if he was nothing to her.

was cruel, after all. The last thing

enemy’s back. 

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 saw Joran towering

over him. 

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

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

thought that they had

recalled and noticed a sad smile curling the Serpent’s lips. Unreasonably, he wanted to anger the almighty snake. “You and your

dryly, looking at the sky as if he was contemplating something. “They

saw you caring about them,” Bjorn scoffed

that went missing after

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slip away from him. A minute or two and it would

in a low voice and placed a hand on

from his wounds. However, he could feel how his

and his eye darted to the Serpent, whose

smile. 

“What happened today was not fair. She was your mate, you were

you could have been happy together,

way she was supposed to… After what I saw right

sorry!” 

“Wh–what are you talking about? What is wrong with

hand away, knowing that the bear would be restored in minutes on

is that mutt’s mate now,” he corrected himself, “but this is a forced bond.

shouldn’t be there.” 

in a new