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. 

was dead. He had to be dead! Bjorn personally pierced

would never happen.

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

when she stabbed him with a dagger, it was worse than when he found

did it hurt so much?

his elongated claws digging into the bark as he did his best not to

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

to face Kai in battle, and he never did! And he managed to win! The victory was clear; it was his and he

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

and despair escaped his chest against his control, it was the cry

ones

how the man he hated so much moved his mate behind his back,

Him! They must

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

this was what he got?!

going to kill the Lycan King today, once and

scatter the ashes in different parts

come back and disturb

blood as payment for all the pain and humiliation.

then he was gone in an instant, turning

attack was met by a creature no one had ever seen before. The place where they clashed was covered with frost in mere

not know 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

her? What happened to him?

hated each other so much that neither of them cared about anything else anymore. They both equally wanted the other dead and were ready to sacrifice almost anything to

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

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

win

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

had to brush

other sensitive areas. 

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 just now. Savvy did not deserve to have this man coming back for

looking over her shoulder, thinking if that damn bear would be back. He wanted her to be happy and safe, and for that, he

kill Bjorn. 

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

a menacing roar from the pain, fury, and frustration that

then he lashed out at his rival. His attack was brutal; he wasn’t wasting a second of his

passion and contradictions. However, Amarok

time. 

by the gods, they were equals, but somehow Kai’s technique was better. He was exhausting the bear and using his own

and end him quickly, but unlike Bjorn, who was

had to take his time. Savannah was watching and wounded and if he lost, she

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

sloppy, and soon he made a mistake that opened up access to his

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

furs. He closed his jaws, and then, remembering everything the damn bear put them through, he ripped his flesh out, causing a

mortal wound. 

not expect this. The words of the prophecy sounded over and over in his head. Never meet

him with your

have

pained him to see her wrapping her arms around his mortal enemy, a part of him was happy that

he was

The last thing he would ever see would be his

enemy’s back. 

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

over him. 

away!” the bear spat blood. The deity was the last person he wanted to see now. At least he wanted to die in peace. Maybe he

boy,” he confessed 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 and I can’t see

unexpected. Bjorn always thought that they had a

only made a few deals,” he recalled and noticed a sad smile curling the Serpent’s lips. Unreasonably, he wanted to anger the almighty snake. “You and your butterflies!”

as if he

I only saw you caring about them,” Bjorn scoffed

missing after

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life slip away from him. A minute or two

him in a low voice and placed a hand on his chest. Something

from his wounds. However, he could feel how his healing was

He did not expect it and his eye darted to the Serpent, whose lips twitched as if he was about to

smile. 

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

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

her, why couldn’t she react the way she was supposed to… After what I

sorry!” 

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

Jor took his hand away, knowing that the bear would be restored in minutes on his own now.

is that mutt’s mate now,”

shouldn’t be there.” 

grew out again, and he grasped the soil underneath him in a new fit of raw fury. A forced bond!