Filed To Story: The Perfect Luna by Marissa Gilbert
“Then why are you–” she couldn’t bring herself to ask bluntly and cast her gaze down.
Ash cupped her chin in one hand and made her look at him. “Because I want you to be free if I don’t return tomorrow.”
She did not like this idea at all.
“l am going to be fighting too,” she declared, taking him by surprise. “My pack is going, and so am I.
And I don’t want to d*ie thinking my mate did not want me. I don’t want to d*ie not knowing how his l!ps tasted- She did not get to finish because Ash slammed his l!ps into hers in a greedy, possessive k!ss that made her forget the rest of her speech. She placed her fi**gers hesitantly on his ch3st, and it made him snarl into her mouth, making her lose her mind.
“Petra,” he growled, deepening the k!ss, and she got brave, digging her fi**gers into him. She wanted to feel, to experience as much as he could give her.
But Ash was the reasonable one, so after a while, he stopped the madness.
“Petra, let’s agree on something,” he breathed.
When it’s all over… meet me at dawn. Here.”
She liked that. It was a promise that wasn’t a promise, but it was something that gave her hope for their future together, something to look forward to.
“We meet at dawn then,” she beamed at him, unable to hold back her excitement.
“‘Any chance you would not go to fight?” Ash wondered. He remembered how she jumped at the huge bear who managed to catch up with them, but she wouldn’t have lasted long against him if she had been alone. “No,” she shook her pink curly head. “I already stayed back too many times. I’m not missing this one.”
She turned on her blush-pink heels and walked back into the castle, and Ash’s l*ps curled involuntarily.
She was a surprise, that Petra. And so much was yet to be discovered.
Aspen was pushing the wheels of his chair and swearing under his breath. The castle’s square bricks were not made for this. The castle wasn’t made for this.
The life of a lycan wasn’t made for this. He wasn’t made for this.
However, he couldn’t think of that now. He was still a Gamma. Even though Kai would probably have to find a new one over time.
Luckily, his wolf was all right. So, at least he was able to fight in his second form. In his newfound situation, he regarded this as a blessing. He could still be a warrior.
One of his men mind linked him, saying that he was needed at the main gate and this was where Aspen was headed. The wheels got stuck when he was already close to his goal, and there was nothing he could do about it, no matter what he tried.
His stomach churned, thinking that he would probably have to crawl now to get anywhere. Luckily, a warrior rushed to his side, willing to help. That only made Aspen angrier because he had never needed help before. He was always the strongest, the fastest, the most skilful. Only Kai and Lachlan were able to compete with him as equals. And now some boy was going to push him in a wheelchair. This was a humiliation he couldn’t take.
“Don’t!” he growled so loud that the walls shook. and the warrior stopped instantly.
“l just wanted to-” the youngster tried to explain, but Aspen raised his hand to stop him. The Gamma quickly looked around, and his angry gaze fell on a bunch of spears in the corner.
“Bring me one of those,” he pointed there, and his subordinate obeyed, doing as he was told.
Aspen broke the sharp part in the spear and used the wooden stick left for support, standing up. He could feel his legs, but they were not listening to him. The way the bones grew together was awkward, and now he experienced excruciating pain when he moved. But anything was better than this chair. Even a staff he ended up with. At least that one could be used as a weapon if needed.
He limped to the guard post at the gate, already sweaty from the effort he had to make, and noticed that his sold*iers had perplexed exp**ssions on their faces when they saw him, but at the same time, there was respect in their eyes because he wasn’t giving up.
“What is it?” he snarled at them to keep them in check. The last thing he needed was pity.
“There is a girl, and she wants to see you,” one of his men reported.
“For f*uc*k’s sake! Is that why you called me?” He would have slaughtered them for this now if they didn’t need everyone in the morning.
“Gamma,” another warrior addressed him respectfully, “she is a white bear”
Aspen’s whole world turned. He thought he started hearing things, but then he saw his men and knew that they were serious. He thought he might see her again, but for the past twenty-four hours, he was sure that it would be on a battlefield. He did not know what he felt about her anymore. At first, he hated her when he thought that all his friends were K*lled by her, but then most of them turned out to be alive.
Most.
Not all.
The priestess K*lled that day, was the one he always went to see in Fenrir’s temple. He personally escorted her to the castle for Kai and Savannah’s ceremony and was distraught when he later found out she was one of the few who did not make it. Same as the sold*iers who were K*lled trying to defend the castle.
The ones whom he personally trained together with Lachlan.
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