Filed To Story: The Perfect Luna by Marissa Gilbert
“I am done with all that-” Fenrir admitted, feeling guilt rising inside of him. Something he didn’t feel in a while. He hated that emotion the most, along with regret.
“Then be done.” Kai snorted through pain, his l!ps twitching. “But at least give us a chance to fight! Give us something, and then leave! Do whatever the hell you want. It’s not like you’ve been here for us anyway.”
“Choose your words wisely, boy!” Anger rose from the pit of his stomach. He should have pulled that thing out now and forgotten any of this ever happened, but something was stopping him from doing just that.
She wouldn’t have approved …
It didn’t matter, though, because she was long gone. He would never see her again.
“Choose your side!” Kai growled, furious. He had the right to be mad, looking at the one who abandoned him when he needed him the most!
Fenrir paused. He had already stayed here for too long. He had to send him to the next world, the better place. Where she would take care of him.
Only that his words ignited something inside. Lycans were his children. The product of his creation. And the Northern royal bloodline were his descendants.
“Even if I help you, you can still lose,” he warned the stubborn King. “I will not!” Kai snarled, and Fenrir appreciated his spirit. “There will be a price!” the God informed him. “Anything!” He didn’t even think twice.
“Are you so sure?” Fenrir chuckled. Such persistence reminded him of his youth. “What if I ask for your firstborn?”
“Done!” Kai said without hesitation, and the God swore under his breath. This wasn’t where he was going with it at all! He wanted to ask for a new shrine for the priestesses. They deserved it for all their hard work, but the damn Lycan was in a rush and promised him his child without realising that his doing so while touching the divine weapon was binding. It was done, and now if Fenrir helped him, he would have the rights to that child…
He had no use for children… It was a stupid joke! Although it was probably his fault for joking in a moment of someone’s desperation. He forgot how humans were, and Lycans had their human side ruling over their minds.
He should have let that spear rot here. Or better burn to ashes.
This was officially a mess now, and the best course of action would be to grab his spear and let the King d*ie as he was supposed to d*ie today.
He couldn’t go through with this, though.
“f*uc*k!” He growled, and the space around them went dark. “Fine! Be my new weapon then!”
The fire around them started gathering as if it was alive, flames flickering in excitement, ready to devour what was offered to them.
“It’s going to hurt,” Fenrir gave him the last warning. “A lot.”
“Bring it!” Kai snarled, clenching his teeth. Whatever it was, he was going to take it. He was going to survive, and he was going to save Savvy whatever it took. Yes, they were not mates, but he could feel she was alive.
He wasn’t sure about the others, but not seeing too many bod*ies around gave him hope that at least some of them survived.
Fire surrounded him, merciless and glorious. First, licking his skin, probing, then taking a leap, devouring him whole.
Kai tried to hold himself back and be strong but soon found it impossible. An earth-shattering piercing scream left his chest as fire absorbed him whole, destroying him to the bone.
He didn’t know if it was minutes that passed or hours. Or maybe days. It seemed like it took forever, but when he already thought he was in the pit of hell, betrayed by the God he trusted once more, something snapped inside of him. Something new. Something that wasn’t there before.
The flames d*ied down, submitting to something more powerful. Bit by bit, cell by cell, he was rebuilt, reborn into something new, and Asgard growled when Fenrir finally got the spear out of their flesh, finishing the process with another jolt of intolerable pain.
It was done.
He was changed irrevocably, and he still wasn’t sure what he was now. Some strange power surged through him, but he wasn’t sure if he could control it yet.
Sadly, there was no strength left to test it. Every muscle, every bone ached as if it was broken, crushed. Kai didn’t notice how he shifted into his wolf, he didn’t care, but he was amazed at how everything felt different now.
Fenrir stood nearby, watching him, regret and concern written all over his perfect face. The Alpha God still wasn’t sure it was a good idea. Guilt washed over him. Was he sending another one of his own to death right now? At least he d*ied more or less painlessly the first time. Now it could be so much worse.
He shouldn’t have done it. He shouldn’t have cared… Evil always won. Nothing changed. He just gave hope to someone who would hardly be able to win, and his suffering would be on him. Again.
“Th-thank you,” kai mind linked his creator and looked him in the eye. He could sense that something was off, that Fenrir… was not what he had imagined all those years, and he wanted to know what had happened to break once powerful God, but he was afraid to push his luck. He already bargained for too much today.
Fenrir looked at his new creation recovering on the ground. The transformation was completed, and he could leave now. Yet something stopped him once again.
The creature was panting on the floor, trying to stand up on its feet, and he felt like he owed him one for some crazy reason. Even though he had just saved his life and given him power, he wanted to do something else for him.
He took a bead off the necklace and crushed it between his fingers, letting the rare ancient magic from the gods’ realm land on the wolf’s renewed fur.
“I was keeping that one for someone else.” A sad smile reached his l!ps at the memories of his past. “But that wasn’t meant to be. Consider this my gift of goodwill and faith. And now rise, Amarok!”
The bears looked at Savannah as if she had committed a grave sin. Which she probably had by their standards. One of the people who greeted them rushed to Bjorn‘s side and started wiping him clean with his own cloak, his eyes flickering with terror at the same time.
That made Savannah smile weakly. If she could do it again now, she‘d aim better.
Two warriors that arrived with them were already at her side, undoing her chains and pulling her off the huge white bear. She had no strength left in her at this point, and her limp, exhausted body fell right into someone‘s hands.
To her surprise, it was none other than Bjorn himself, who had already managed to shift back to his human form and was now watching her with a mix of concern and anger on his face. It was hard to tell, especially since his white hair was covering half of his face.
“Excuse my Queen,” he chuckled loudly. “It has been a long journey, she is too tired and needs some rest!”
Everyone around them made sure they nodded or made some kind of noise of approval. It was clear as day they all feared Bjorn and didn‘t want to risk seeing his wrath.
“My King,” one of the men approached him boldly, “considering the scale of your current victory, it would be wise to give a speech to your loyal subjects now.”
Bjorn looked at the woman in his arms, knowing Savannah was in no state to even stand by his side at the moment. This wasn‘t how he planned it, how he envisioned it, but he had to roll with it now and make the best out of the situation. At least, it had all been done, and she was rightfully his now. He could deal with the rest of it all later.
“Take her to my room,” he carefully handed his prized war trophy to his trusted Delta, and a growl escaped him when she frowned upon hearing his instruction.
She was fighting to keep her eyelids open but lost this battle just as she lost the war. He watched the Delta disappear into the main entrance of the castle, knowing that Savannah would never be able to escape this place. She would get used to the new reality sooner or later. She would have to.
Savannah had the worst dream. She dreamt of her whole family being K*lled on the day that was supposed to be her happiest. She dreamt of Kai dying in her arms and of their common enemy taking her away in chains.
New Book: Veiled Desires of the Alpha King Novel
Dayson was the alpha of the largest pack in North America. Powerful figures from other packs sought to offer gorgeous girls as potential mates for Dayson. He steadfastly rejected these advances, he was not a pawn to be manipulated. But eventually there came a mysterious girl he could hardly say No. Who was she?