Chapter 251 – The Luna Trials Novel by Marissa Gilbert

Filed To Story: The Perfect Luna by Marissa Gilbert

However, now wasn’t the time for this as she hesitated for too long, trying to check on him and did not notice another fox monster created by Joran jumping at her and biting through a tendon on her leg.

Am angry snarl escaped her. Her leg hurt like hell and made her pause… Enough for one of the bears to get close enough for that final blow of his claws. Those long sharp claws looked like talons now and were supposed to pierce through her like a knife through b*tter. Brigit closed her eyes before the inevitable.

Only to feel nothing.

When she dared to glance at her opponent again in disbelief, she saw why she was still alive. And Brigit finally got to see his eyes too, as Aspen stood between her and the beast. Pierced. His wine-red blood already trickling to the snow under his paws.

Her roar was so loud and full of pain that it resonated in everyone’s heart.

This couldn’t be his end. Aspen… he deserved so much better than this.

Rage and agony blinded her, and she slayed the one who did this to her mate. Even if he rejected her, Aspen would always be her mate. He was hers!

Another fox was next, followed by another bear.

And then one more. She felt like she could K*ll them all now, not caring anymore who was before her.

Only that it was too late now because Aspen was lying under one of the walls of the Forgotten City in a pool of his own blood.

The battle went on, but Brigit found herself back next to her mate, falling to her knees in her human form and ready to be K*lled next to him. If he was not happy in the future she tried so desperately to build, did she even want it?

“Open your eyes!” she ordered him through tears streaming down her face against her will. “Open your eyes, Aspen! Do you hear me?”

Desperate. She was so desperate she had nothing to lose anymore. She asked Savannah to take care of her little sister when she passed the message, knowing that the Queen would stay alive either way. Neither Bjorn nor Kai would let anything happen to her. This was her only request when she sent Ingrid with the message about what she was planning to do.

Since this was taken care of, she only had Aspen to worry about. She did not want the new order any more.

She did not want her Alpha title. All Brigit wanted was her mate alive and well, even if it was without her. It seemed like a little price to pay now.

He f0rced his eyes open and did not try to avert her gaze this time. She could feel his body quivering in her hands, pushing the rest of his blood out. And there was nothing she could do about it. Everything was happening too fast.

She wrapped her hands around him, digging her face into his soft fur and crying without holding back.

“Please,” she wept, “I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you! Just stay with me! Stay without me! Do whatever you want, but please stay alive. Fight! Live! Be happy! Hate me all you want! I know l’deserve it…

Just.. please..”

The lycan wolf in her arms whimpered softly, l!cking the tears off her cheeks and making all of this much more painful.

“I was a horrible mate! I know this! I did not deserve you! Just stay alive, and you will meet your second chance! I swear, she will be great, and she will make you happy! Please! Please, Aspen, fight for your life…”

She trembled at first, but soon she began to shake uncontrollably. She did not notice how four of her bears stood behind her back, covering her and not letting anyone reach their Alpha. She did not care. Not if this was how it ended tonight.

Aspen couldn’t do anything. The pain seized his body like a chain. Each movement only tightened it and prolonged the t*ortur*e. That she-bear was trouble, and he had to push her away. Only that he did not want to.

He had to admit it, at least to himself in his final moments, that this was probably the best ending for him. Feeling her warmth again, knowing that she cared at least a little bit, knowing that what he imagined wasn’t actually just his imagination. They loved each other despite all their differences; despite the war.

Betrayals aside, they always loved each other and simply knowing that he was dying a happy man.

Aspen used the last bits of his strength to shift into his human form because he wanted to taste her l!ps one last time. He did not care about his legs anymore.

He did not care about revenge at all. He only cared about this beautiful woman who betrayed him once, whom he couldn’t trust and with whom he would do the same things all over again if he was to ever repeat this life. There was only one regret on his mind now. He wished they had more time. He wished they had another chance.

But sadly, life was slipping away from him. Savannah was getting tired, but the bears kept coming. Joran’s blessing proved to be a big problem for them. She was watching the she-wolves beside her getting exhausted as well. Some of them were already dead, and this was making her angry. Deep inside, she wished naively that she would be able to bring all of them back alive. However, that plan was not destined to come true and just by throwing a quick glance around the field below the mountain she stood on, she knew that the losses were terrible. And she also knew that it was possible that despite all their effort, all the great plans and the alliances they forged, they were still going to lose. That tasted bitter and was a hard pill to swallow.

From the corner of her eye, she noticed a group of white bears climbing up to where she was standing now. The Luna of the North had no doubts that Bjorn was the one at the very front of them, and she could already feel his scent of Wintergreen. She also saw Amarok and a few of his loyal northern warriors following the enemies, and her l!ps almost curled into a smile. She did not feel good or bad about it. A part of her always knew that this was how the war would end.

And she was ready to accept this ending.

Savwy shifted from her royal lycan form into her wolf with ease and stood on the top of the path Bjorn used now until he could see her. He was already near, and their eyes locked when she sprinted away to the top of the mountain as fast as the wind. The paths were narrow, icy and slippery, but she knew she had to take the White Bear King as far away and as high as possible.

Bjorn charged after the woman who haunted his mind, her beautiful white fur blended with the snow, but her black ears were giving her location away. He knew very well that she was playing a game with him, and he was in. Whatever it took, he was getting her back tonight. Everything was on his side today. He had never been this close to winning.

She got to the top with ease, but it took him longer, and he couldn’t ignore Amarok’s growls behind his back. His rival would be here soon, and Bjorn had no illusions about that. They would fight him together.

But he had no problem with that. If he had to prove his strength to Savannah, he would do just that.

It started snowing heavily when he reached the top and saw her slender figure standing alone, waiting for him to arrive. A huge black hawk flew straight to his mate and turned into her a*s*sistant just for a second to p@ssher a shawl to wrap around her body. The girl with short black hair glared at him, but after a few words from his mate, feathers covered her body again, and she flew back to the sky.

Savannah was in her human form, and it meant that she wanted to talk.

Bjorn really did not mind. He wanted to talk too. To talk to her, to touch her, to k*iss her, to finally take her.

He couldn’t wait any longer; this time, he would play his cards differently when he got her back.

“Let’s go home, Savannah,” he told her at once, even though he promised himself to be patient.

He shifted before her eyes and straightened his back, proudly walking towards her with no clothes on.

He knew he did not have to be embarra*s*sed about his body and hoped to notice at least one appreciative glance from her, one hint… a tint on her cheeks.. anything! However, his cruel little mate of his gave him nothing, remaining indifferent.

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