Chapter 194 – The Luna Trials Novel by Marissa Gilbert

Filed To Story: The Perfect Luna by Marissa Gilbert

“And this one?” The warrior who held Petra asked. The pink-haired girl wasn’t screaming anymore. Pale, she was just crying silently in her captor’s arms.

“Take her with us,” Bjorn replied, and then he knocked the nearest candle on the floor, causing the fire to flare up one of the curtains. A warrior on the other side set a different piece of fabric on fire. And Emma lit a tablecloth on one of the tables.

The White Bear King went for the exit while his warriors checked the path was clear. A tear fell down Savannah’s cheek seeing how quickly the fire caught. Soon everything in this hall would be destroyed.

A part of her wanted to stay there with them. Burning in that fire together with her family and friends would probably be less painful than what she was experiencing now,

“The Old North is dead!” Bjorn chuckled as he took her away…

Savannah was in and out of consciousness. She was weaker than ever at the worst moment possible. The only thing that still registered in her mind was that they were still in Kai’s castle.

Thinking of him was painful. Too painful. Thinking of him made breathing impossible, and she closed her eyes, writhing from the pain, remembering their last moments together and the spear piercing his chest. That damn spear was supposed to be just for decor…

It wasn’t true. It wasn’t true. It couldn’t be. It had to be a dream, and she had to wake up from it. Wake up! Cold air bit at her exposed skin, and she opened her eyes again. Not a dream after all. A nightmare.

They were crossing the main inner square of the castle, which was now clear from people who celebrated her engagement to Kai just this morning.

Bjorn held her tight, and when one of his warriors offered to take and carry her for safety reasons, he growled at him menacingly as if she was already his and he couldn’t stand to part from her.

She hated it, she hated this. She wished he would have left her back there with the people she loved. That would have been a much better destiny than anything else left for her.

From the corner of her eye, Savannah noticed Brigit and Astrid walking slightly behind them. The latter unfastened the wa!stband of her gown, and the skirt fell off behind her, revealing tight, comfortable p*nts and boots underneath.

Astrid came prepared. She said it was her job and didn’t lie about that. She was a true warrior. A spy, an a*s*sa*s*sin, who had no remorse over what she had just done. The gloomy dark aura of death was radiating from her now. There wasn’t a trace of the sweet contender.

Someone cried not too far away. Probably Petra. Savvy couldn’t see, and in all honesty, she didn’t care now.

She had no strength to console anyone. She has broken herself. This… what happened today… it would never be repaired. There was no way to fix it. Her life was pretty much over.

“Brigit Borg!” A loud roar emerged, interrupting her train of thought and making everyone stop. Savannah tensed. The voice was hard to recognise because it was more of a growl, but it seemed familiar. Anger soaked in that voice.

Bjorn turned around, and she could see what was going on as his men stepped aside to give him a better view. Four humongous bear warriors were holding Aspen. He was badly beaten and in chains, but his eyes were still full of fury.

He may have lost, but he wasn’t defeated yet. Savvy’s eyes searched for Brigit. She could see her pale face with parted l!ps now and noticed how she clenched her fists so hard that nails were breaking her skin and making her bleed.

“Brigit Borg!” Aspen repeated loudly, and it seemed like time froze here.” I, Aspen Morr, reject you as my mate!”

The words echoed through the square, and Brigit s*cked in a painful breath; her l!ps trembled as she thought about how to respond. Savannah knew exactly what she felt right now, but she wasn’t sorry. Even after finding out everything about her sister.

She could have come to them, she could have worked with her mate, and they would have helped her to rescue her sibling.

Brigit chose the bears. Her kind. And soon, her mate would be dead because of this. Savvy was surprised he was still alive, but maybe it was a strategic decision. They were leaving the capital, which meant that this wasn’t the war’s end yet,

Bjorn just decapitated the North and probably planned to trap it into falling to his feet on its own. He wanted to get his crown while people cheered for him.

That’s probably why he kept the bloodshed to a minimum. Just the castle. Just people most loyal to kai and his family. He was that confident and believed that this would be enough.

“What are you waiting for?” The leader of the white bears taunted Brigit with a sneer. “Accept it. You reported that it was next to impossible to get rid of him, and here you are. He is disposing of himself for you, saving you the job. Prove your loyalty to us once more, and maybe we will stop calling you a traitor.”

Clenching her fists, Brigit avoided Aspen’s gaze. Tears trickled down her cheeks when she spoke, her voice barely a whisper, “I, Brigit Borg, accept your rejection.”

The Gamma of the North gr0@ned from the new wave of pain that struck him as the mate bond with Brigit was broken. White bears around them laughed as they dragged him away to one of the cars waiting for them. They shoved him into a trunk while making insulting jokes.

“What an eventful night!” Bjorn sneered, and a way of chuckles followed. “Some bonds are broken, and some are formed!”

His eyes grazed over Savannah. He wanted to add something to his statement, but Astrid interrupted him.

“We need to go as soon as possible! We’ve already lost plenty of time, which is not what was agreed to!”

“Your Master wants something from me. Not the other way around!” The white bear snapped at her yet started walking towards the car designated for him. Savannah saw dead bod*ies everywhere. Some were K*lled during fights, and some were probably poisoned as it looked like they had all fallen right at their posts.

“My part of the deal is over,” Astrid informed the self-proclaimed King dryly. “Now I want to get the payment and leave!”

“You’ll get it when we are out of here!” Bjorn answered frigidly, and one of his men opened the car door for him.

Savannah’s eyelids were heavy. Her painful agony was dying down, but it was replaced by numbness. She tried to move a finger but found it an impossible task. She managed to get a last glimpse of the castle she hated so much when she first arrived here. Once, all she wanted was to leave this place, and here she was, leaving it but wishing to stay. She could already see the flames as the fire spread from the top floors.

She still wanted to stay. With her family and with the man she loved.

The pain was still rippling through parts of her, but she knew she wasn’t aching because of Zack and their destroyed bond. Losing Kai was a million times worse. The broken mate bond was just weakening her, but losing her beloved was breaking her beyond repair.

She passed out again and woke up only when the car stopped, having no idea how long they had been driving. It was dark inside, and several scents hit her nostrils simultaneously, indicating she wasn’t alone in the car.

“Almost there,” Bjorn whispered into her ear, and she realized he was holding her the whole time. Repulsed, she tried to distance herself from him, and he only chuckled, releasing her and letting her fall to the floor. “As you wish,” he added, disgruntled as the door opened. “I wouldn’t want to impose.”

The leader of the white bears left first and gestured to someone behind Savannah to help and get her out. A hand reached for her arm from the darkness, and Savvy flinched when she saw Astrid’s expressionless face.

The she-wolf grabbed her and practically dragged her out of the vehicle. “Just drop her!” Emma told her partner with a frown. “Our work here is done.”

“Go get our car,” Astrid replied coldly, ignoring the suggestion “I want to get out of this goddess-forsaken place as soon as possible.”

Emma gave her an eye roll but followed the order. Maybe they weren’t partners after all. Instead, Astrid was in charge, and Emma did not like it too much. Not that the Princess cared. She could barely stand on her feet. The skin on her right hand was itching because of Zack’s dry blood on it; every cell of her body was in agony. She wanted to scratch every drop of her ex’s DNA off her.

“Who are you?” Savannah asked the a*s*sa*s*sin with a hoarse voice while Bjorn was talking to his people. “Why did you-”

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