Chapter 245 – The Luna Trials Novel by Marissa Gilbert

Filed To Story: The Perfect Luna by Marissa Gilbert

The bears roared in response, foxes snarling at their sides. However, soon the cats arrived and took the stage. Things of beauty, there were so many kinds of them. Lions, pumas, leopards, lynxes, in all shades of furs. All graceful and deadly. And all were ready to tear their adversaries to pieces. No one dared to underestimate them because their battle sK*lls were legendary.

Bjorn was watching his enemies gather and wondering where Savannah had gone, secretly hoping she was far away, where she would be safe and sound until he came for her when everything was done.

He hated Kai with a passion. Hated him so much that he couldn’t wait to send his men to fight him and to see him and all the other lycans dead.

Even if he’d lose some of his bears and allies, it would be worth it. Kai always had it easy. He always had everything Bjorn longed for. His parents never questioned him, never stabbed him in the eye, never separated him from his sibling. He did not have to earn bits of approval from his own people, and everything always came easy to the golden boy. While Bjorn had to work hard simply to survive. Everything was denied to him. His birthright, the respect he deserved, and even his mates. Contemplating about his mates, the White Bear King decided that Ingrida made a choice of her own accord while Savannah was deceived from the very beginning and stolen from him. This was something he was going to fix today.

Usually, this was the moment where the final negotiations bet**en the kings could take place, but this time there was nothing to negotiate about.

They all knew why they were there, and they all chose to stay and fight to the death.

A sneer spread over Bjorn’s face. Finally, the fates favoured him. Joran did something he had tried to get for the past few years and blessed his army. The wolves had no chance now.

Kai knew what that ugly smirk meant – Bjorn felt superior to him now, and he wanted to wipe that grin off entirely. The Lycan King shifted into his wolf form first and grew out his spikes purely as a demonstration of his might. Amarok’s eyes glowed blue, and the second his large paw hit the ground, the withered gr@ssunder it covered with frost. Like an unrolling carpet, it spread quickly through the field towards the bears and the foxes with unimaginable speed until it reached the front lines of the enemies, and large icy spikes started emerging from the ground like a deadly trap. Some managed to dodge them, but many didn’t, giving Kai his first K*lls.

Bjorn, still in his human form, roared loudly,

Forward!”

And a horde of enhanced shifters charged the lycan’s way.

Gideon’s people wanted to join the fight too, but he motioned for them to stay in place. It wasn’t the time yet.

Kai snarled so loudly that the earth under their feet shook, the sound echoing through the woods and the mountains surrounding them. It seemed like something changed in the world when the sound d*ied down because one could tell that it did not disappear. Instead, it became something else. A snow mist appeared out of nowhere, chaotic and merciless, surrounding the bears before they managed to reach their opponents. It blinded and startled them, making them stop in their tracks to regroup.

The unusual, unnatural haze was biting at them, suffocating their senses.

“Now!” Amarok commanded his army with a loud growl which each of his men understood at once.

“Now!” Gideon ordered and shifted straight into his Royal Lycan form. He wasn’t going to risk it – there was no denying that this was what was required of him today.

Both f0rces lashed out into the cloud of the snow storm that was holding the white bears, foxes and traitor wolves captive. The enemy could hear them approaching, but the snow made it almost impossible to see anything. So, when Amarok reached them first, they could barely defend themselves from his icy claws and sharp canines.

Kai was destroying them one by one, methodically working through their formation to make way for his lycans. However, this distracted him from keeping up the mist that he summoned. The power was still new to him, and he found it hard to control everything at once. Nevertheless, the desired effect was already achieved.

The armies clashed. Teeth, claws, cuts, bites, whimpers, roars and snarls mixed all at once. Warm blood was spraying the frosty ground, and lifeless bod*ies were falling left and right.

The bears were strong, too strong for them to be underestimated by anyone now, and Kai had to admit that without Fenrir’s blessing, he would have found it much harder to defeat them. He was throwing himself into their cl*sters, breaking them up to help his men, but often sadly watched his people d*ie before he was able to reach them. The lycans were strong, but it was something else to be blessed by a deity. The blessing made the white bears bigger and tougher, the foxes faster and with deadlier canines than usual, the traitorous wolves probably got the least of this power, but even they seemed stronger than they should have been. From the corner of his eye, Kai noticed Gideon in his Royal Lycan form, crushing whoever was in his way. The divine power was flowing through him.

As Amarok, Kai could feel it and hoped that the North Star mark on his mate’s neck would give her the same strength.

He crushed skull after skull, broke neck after neck, tore limbs and ripped pieces of flesh out, acting on his feral instincts. Still, it was far from enough, and he saw lycan after lycan falling before his eyes while there was nothing he could do to help them.

Savannah was watching the battle from above, hoping that they had made the right call about the Luna Squad. Every fighter was important now and if she was wrong, she’d fail everyone on her first day as the Northern Lycan Queen.

It was hard to see what was going on below in what looked like a snowstorm, but she could hear the howls and the roars of the bloody fight. She could imagine what her mate had to face.

“He will be fine,” Elene placed her hand on her sister-in-law’s shoulder, giving it a light sq***ze.

If anything, he is the last one I am worried about.

Amarok can take care of himself.”

Savvy tried to smile, but the l*ps just did not want to curl today, so she gave up on that. Snarls from deep underground reached her ears, and this was when a cruel sneer painted itself over her face.

She wasn’t wrong after all, and she wasn’t wasting resources at the most essential moment. She was saving them all.

One of the perks of having her photographic memory was that she never forgot anything. So when her husband and brother were building a strategy for today, it was she who remembered the catacombs of the Lost City which Bjorn’s people loved to use so much. They sealed everything that was connected to the city, but she saw the map once and knew that there were other ancient underground tunnels leading elsewhere. For example, the ones where she was standing now.

In the olden days, this tunnel helped people to escape from the city walls to the mountains and the Forbidden Forest in case the capital was under attack.

The tunnel connected the Forest and the mountains above the battlefield, and Savvy realized that Bjorn wouldn’t p@ssan opportunity for a sneaky attack. It turned out, she wasn’t wrong about this.

They were standing right next to the exits of the mountain tunnel. It would be easy to descend on the battleground below from here and catch the opponent by surprise.

However, thanks to Savannah, the element of Surprise was now on their side.

The females waited patiently and quietly for the huge rock that was covering the exit to be moved aside and for the first werebears to walk out before they attacked. The northern Queen and Princess shifted into their Royal Lycan forms, leading the rest of the she-wolves in a fast and precise attack.

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