Chapter 253 – The Luna Trials Novel by Marissa Gilbert

Filed To Story: The Perfect Luna by Marissa Gilbert

Because it wouldn’t be fair to the ones who bravely fought in this war. They didn’t give up protecting what was right. They didn’t even start the war. Lycans, werewolves, cats, witches and birds tried to defend their lives at whatever cost.

A part of him was still hesitating, but deep inside, Fenrir knew what he had to do..

The Call.

The divine weapon in his hand, which once belonged to his grandfather and that became his after he K*lled the King among Gods, made his fingers tingle. The ancient magic recognised its owner and begged him to wield it, to summon it. It was desperate to be unleashed.

Fenrir swore loudly. He had already broken his own rule creating a new Amarok, and now he was about to make it even worse. The spear disappeared in his arms, returning into his body as pure power. This was also something he tried to avoid.

But here goes nothing.

The decision had already been made, and he knew he wouldn’t change his mind even if it would be the last thing that he would do. Everything felt so different now, and he couldn’t explain why.

He shifted into his primordial form and raced to one of the hills towering over the battlefield.

Slowly stepping out of the darkness of the northern forest, Fenrir knew that this was his last chance to leave and avoid the mess that his decision would cause.

However, this was the right thing to do.

She… she would have approved. And even though she was long gone and he would never see her again, it made his chest warm.

A few wolves below noticed him, shocked by his presence. It was hard to take him for someone else due to his size. Even Amarok was much smaller by comparison, and no one had any doubts about what they were witnessing now.

Fenrir raised his head to where he felt the Moon even though it wasn’t visible in the sky yet. He always felt it… even when he did not want to.

A loud howl left his chest, a howl full of pain and pride that gradually transformed into a resounding growl that shook the mountains around them.

The Call.. The Call that found its place in every wolf’s heart. The Call that was heard by every shifter present. The Call that was more than any Alpha command. It was the Call of a God, a summoning full of power and promise, as it could give anything to the ones who responded. As long as they had the one thing Fenrir demanded from them a pure heart.

Their response was the most important thing here. The Call summoned the souls of the ancient creatures residing in human bod*ies, and nothing could be done without them responding. It was their choice, but it had a price. The response let him in. It let him see what they were like inside. If they simply craved power, if their motives were not pure, the Call would K*ll them, burning them from the inside.

This was why not everyone could let him in.

It made him sad to receive the first rejection. And then a second, followed by a few others. The shifters who knew they wouldn’t p@ssthe test were bowing out one by one.

Centuries had passed, and nothing had changed…

The world stopped as he looked for the ones who were worthy, too afraid that he would find none. Was Kai the only one worthy here? Were things that bad? Did he imagine what he saw in this army just moments ago?

However, soon a small she wolf responded to him, begging him to give her the power to save her mate and the woman who was like a mother to her. She was so tiny but the spirit inside her was pure. The little wolf with pink Str!pes of fur was not born to be a warrior, but her soul pleaded to become one now. It wasn’t in her nature, but she was ready to change it for the ones she loved. And she was the first one to receive his blessing.

Then her mate responded, begging for the same thing, unable to watch her sacrifice herself. His request was granted as well.

And then wolf after wolf after wolf opened their souls, permitting him permanent entry. Not perfect, but with pure intentions, Fenrir couldn’t help but admire them. They were ready to d*ie here today to defend what was right. But he had other plans for them.

A wave of power went through the lines, making his subjects howl in the pain. Divine gifts always had a price. When he was done with the wolves, he looked at the others. To win this war, he had to do what his brother did and give his gifts to everyone he could, however big or small.

The wolves, cats, bears, foxes and birds kept slaughtering each other in the chaos that surrounded them and did not even notice that their leaders were gone.

No one cared anymore. It was K*ll or be K*lled. The only way to leave that field alive was to K*ll the enemy.

Naya knew the stakes were high when she brought her pack here today in her mother’s stead, insisting for the Alpha and her Luna to stay in their home to defend it if the need arose. She was trusted with an Alpha’s responsibilities and was going to prove herself tonight, but the bolts of electricity that went through her shook her frame and made her disoriented.

It took the werecat a few good seconds to realise what had happened.

The white bear she was fighting with did not waste time and gave a blow that should have sent her flying across the field. Only that …it didn’t. Instead, she bounced back surprisingly quickly and felt stronger than ever before. She loved feeling this power, and the expression on her enemy’s face was priceless.

The gift granted to her by a Wolf God would not be wasted. And it was greatly appreciated.

She saw the scenery around her changing rapidly. All of a sudden, everyone who was on their side was awakening, changed to some extent. They were not mutated like their enemies blessed by the Serpent. They were full of pure raw power that was granted to their souls, not bod*ies. And it was just what they needed today.

Not wasting any time, Naya ordered her cats to launch a new attack on the left flank.

This was a game-changer.

Kai glared at Bjorn standing in front of Savannah and saw red. As long as this man was alive, they would never know peace. He knew that now. After everything, that bear was still ready to sacrifice everything to f0rce his mate to be with him, and Kai knew he couldn’t let this happen.

His eyes met Savannah’s, and he could tell that she was thinking the same thing. The baby inside her belly had to be protected at all costs; his Queen had to be protected at all costs.

“Glad that you finally joined us!” Bjorn let out an unhealthy wicked laugh. One could tell just by looking at him that the White Bear King was losing it. “What took you so long? I am tired of waiting for you.”

Amarok stomped his paw on the ground, and huge ice spikes grew out of it, trying to reach his opponent.

However, the latter did not even flinch. When the sharp ice was near, he just smashed it with his fist, breaking it into pieces much to everyone’s disappointment.

Kai suspected that Bjorn would be that strong, so he wasn’t intimidated one bit. It wasn’t the ice that he wanted to use to K*ll his nemesis. No, he wanted to taste his hot blood on his canines and bury his claws deep into his flesh. It was the most primal desire to K*ll that possessed him now. He had to protect, he had to defend, he had to K*ll,

However, Kai was a King first and Amarok second. One look downcast reminded him that he had to think of his people too. He felt Fenrir’s presence and the power radiating from below. A wave of grat*itude to his deity rippled through him. He was too desperate to pray to him, but Fenrir arrived at the best time on his own.

He did not expect more help than he had already received from the God but simply knowing that he gave them a fighting chance now was amazing. It was what they so desperately needed.

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