Filed To Story: The Perfect Luna by Marissa Gilbert
“Petra, what happened?” Savvy furrowed her brows, looking at all that mess.
“Princess Savannah?” The she-wolf looked up, scrunching her nose and stilling another sob. She wore a tight black outfit today like everyone else but stayed true to herself by tying a blush pink scarf over her neck. Her pink hair was made into two tight buns today. “I met Mikaela,” she said, l!ps trembling “Petra pointed at her knee, and Savannah noticed it was all bloody and swollen. From the looks of things, the kneecap was broken, which would require some healing time, especially for a werewolf.
Savvy looked around and found a large old tree branch. She took it and lowered it into the hole where Petra was.
“Grasp it,” she commanded. “I am getting you out. Use your healthy leg to help yourself”
“Why?” the girl asked but accepted the help anyway.
Slowly, Savvy managed to pull her out, and Petra collapsed onto the ground, whimpering from the pain.
“I gave my word to Evelyn.” The princess explained, turning her to her back. “You have a wonderful mentor.”
“I know,” Petra tried to smile. “She is like the aunt i never had. Or better say mother.”
“Let me have a look at this.” Savvy pointed at the knee and started checking it quickly. Her prediction was correct. The knee cap was in pieces, and it would require a few good hours for something like that to heal on a werewolf.
“It’s bad, isn’t it?” Petra tried to stay strong to the best of her abilities.
“It’s not great, but you’ll manage.” Savannah gave her a rea*s*suring grin. Somehow, she felt as if she was tending to a child.
“How embarra*s*sing to be a contender who didn’t even get to the Forgotten City!” Petra chuckled bitterly as Savvy untied the scarf on her neck.
“You’ll get there. We just need to fix your knee until you regenerate. That’s all.” The princess used the scarf and a few strong twigs she found to create a splint. Things did not look good at all, but it was the best she could do in the given situation.
The rules of this part of were that help would arrive only after at least one of the torches was lit. Unfortunately, giving Petra first aid and leaving her here wasn’t an option.
Swearing under her breath, Savannah helped the northerner up and gave her the branch she used to get her out for support.
“Here, wraps your arm around my neck,” she suggested. “We will walk as fast as you can. Use this as a staff
“You are seriously going to do this?” Petra’s eyes grew wide. “I know she is helping out your friend, but is it worth it?”
“Friends and family are the only things worth it.” Savvy sighed, realizing that she was losing time. If she could shift now, she’d take Petra on her back. But it wasn’t an option. Shifting meant losing.
They managed to take up some kind of speed after a while, but it was still too slow.
The sun was in its zenith, and if Savannah’s calculations were correct, they were supposed to reach the Forgotten City in about half an hour, Mikaela was probably already there, which wasn’t fair. But this was the whole point, wasn’t it? The Trials weren’t fair. They were about survival.
Savannah tensed when she felt some movement behind them. And another one on their left.
“Long time no see!” Celia snickered, and Savannah rolled her eyes. Of course. The minions came to do their job.
Carefully, Savvy placed Petra with her back to a tree and pointed at her self-made staff. “Don’t move from here and use that if you have to.”
Then she stretched her neck, slightly happy she had a way to let out her frustration. The pair couldn’t have come at a better time.
“What took you so long?” she smirked as the Lycan and the werewolf circled around her, ready to attack any moment,
“No disrespect to your kingdom,” Inga sneered. “We are just fighting for the best Queen for us.”
“That makes three of us,” Savvy chuckled. “But no worries. I understand you serve your Queen B. The one who graciously lets you do the dirty jobs for her while she gets all the fame and recognition as always. Just tell me something… You are both Alpha-females. Is it really enough for you to be her flunkies?”
Both women gritted their teeth, and surprisingly, Inga was the first to attack. Celia soon joined her friend, and Savvy quickly realized that they trained together because each of their attacks were in perfect sync. It wasn’t enough to intimidate her in any way; they were still no match for her.
The princess was blocking their attacks with ease. Celia was more of a problem than Inga since she had more strength in her. Yet she wasn’t a royal Lycan, so Savvy knew the physical advantage was still on her side. She dodged blow after blow, thinking of how to deal with the two. Celia was Aspen’s sister, and she didn’t want to hurt her too much out of respect for him.
Meanwhile, Inga tried to do a s*cker punch to Savannah’s stomach, which she recoiled, shoving Celia away at the same time after twisting her hand roughly. She didn’t have time for this, so she decided to end this fast. Shame there were no more holes around to put these two in.
But when inga ran to Petra, realizing the wounded girl was Savvy’s biggest weakness, the princess lost her patience Enough was enough!
Grabbing the blonde’s hair, she spun her around and kicked her so hard that she flew backwards a few good leets, slamming against one of the trees
Celia was back in no time, going for Savannah’s jaw, but her hand got caught in the process, and with a few swift moves, Savvy nailed her to the ground. The lycaness growled and struggled under her.
“Claghtern!” Savannah shouted, and Celia froze under her. What was it? Some kind of a magical word? “How do you …” the Lycan gr0aned.
“Your brother told me!” She sneered, still having no idea what it all meant. “He told me to say it to you if I have to. I figured its perfect timing.”
Savannah sensed Inga charging at her again and prepared to block the attack when someone stood in front of her at the last moment, doing it for her…
Savvy blinked and saw snow-white hair swinging before her eyes as Naya took a battle stance.
“Easy there!” Her l!ps curled into a menacing grin as she blocked inga’s attack. Her eyes did not promise her opponent anything good, “You may hurt yourself again! We wouldn’t want that would we?”
The werecat dodged another blow and then kicked Inga’s legs gracefully, making her k!ss the dirty ground. Once again, Savannah admired the beauty with which the cats moved. As if they were dancing and not fighting.
“If we could shift…” the werewolf growled.
“If we could shift, there would be a blood stain in the shape of you!” Naya retorted with a chuckle. “You don’t scare me, wolf girt. The only one I am scared of in this entire compet*ition is the person I side with.”
“Enough!” Celia tried to wriggle out from under Savannah, and the Princess stood up, letting her go. The ginger-haired girl rushed to her friend’s side,
“But…” Inga was about to protest
“Did you hear what she said?” Celia seemed more agitated because of the magic word than anything else. “Sorry, but even Penelope is not worth it for me. So, you are on your own! Besides, I think we have stalled them for long enough!”
Inga relaxed slightly hearing this and nodded. They exchanged glances and charged in the same direction without saying anything else.
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