Filed To Story: The Perfect Luna by Marissa Gilbert
“l am home,” she shook her head defiantly. “I am defending it from you.”
“This is my home too. The North is mine!” he gritted his teeth, clenching his fists but still trying not to scare her off. He could hear his bears fighting Amarok.
He saw the black hawk still circling in the sky above his Queen. That bird was big enough to carry Savvy away in its claws if it had to, but he would K*ll it before he’d let that happen. Werebirds were quickly becoming his least favourite shifters. Too free, too unpredictable, too much magic at their disposal, too hard to control.
“Let’s agree to disagree on that!” She lifted her chin higher. “But look at what you are doing to it! It’s not too late to stop this now. You can still rule your bears on your territory. It doesn’thave to be like this.”
A deep cold laugh escaped him as he threw his head back. She wasn’t serious!
“Why would I do that whenl am winning?” he glared at her with a sneer. “Look below, Savannah.
What do you see?”
“I see a mad deity’s champions fighting in agony for something that would never be theirs! I see so many dead people who had their lives before them, and now they will be a feast for the crows! I see a madman-” “Enough!” he stopped her, not wishing to hear this nonsense. “l am tired of giving up on what’s mine! And so are my people! We aren’t doing this anymore, and everyone will have to learn and deal with this!”
“I hope you don’t mean me!” the Luna snarled, the shawl falling off her shoulder and revealing the most beautiful North star mark on her neck. It sparkled like the starry sky, stabbing his heart with its meaning.
Bjorn ch*oked on the air from the pain. He had already seen it in the videos. He knew that his worst enemy marked his mate. He knew that Fenrir interfered and somehow gave them a mate bond as a present that Kai did not deserve.
However, it was different to see it with his own eyes.
“Face the truth, Bjorn!” Savvy was as cruel to him as ever. “I love another. Win or lose, you will never change that.”
“Challenge accepted,” he smirked at her through all the pain. “Deep inside, you know that you were supposed to be my mate next. You did not feel it because you were mated to Zack, and straight after his death, it was too early. When it was time, Fenrir robbed me and gave you to Kai. But mark my words, Savannah, when I K*ll him, everything will be reverted. You will become mine again. Everything will be fine!”
“Do you even hear yourself?” she asked, frowning.
“You are going to K*ll another mate of mine. Do you remember what it did to me the first time? Do you even care?”
“Last time you K*lled Zack, and this was why it was so physically challenging. And this time-” Bjorn was looking for excuses, and he was finding them. “This time, I will K*ll him myself. Not to mention that it’s a fake mate. He will be gone, and so will your great love for him. We will be able to finally be together!”
“I doubt it!” Savannah chuckled bitterly.”Look down, Bjorn. How many people I care about are dead down there? Just face it, I will hate you forever, no matter how today ends.”
He pressed his l!ps into a thin white line, knowing she was telling the truth. The truth he would never be willing to accept. He was a fighter, and he would fight for her until the moment he was dead.
“Then my love would be enough for the two of us!”
he swore bitterly, each word a promise. it.
He took a step in her direction, but a tall ice spike grew in his way, followed by more.
Amarok was finally here.
Fenrir watched his people fight and suffer. He planned to be gone by now, but something stopped him, and he couldn’t explain that. Some lingering feeling was eating up his soul, and he couldn’t fight It had been so long. Almost a century since he was this close to his people. Back then, he was in despair and could only watch them d*ie one by one, losing yet another kingdom in the process. The East never recovered after that battle.
Would today be the end of the North? Although everything was telling him that, he did not want to believe that.
His brother gained more power since the last time he saw him. Blessing so many people in one go was madness. They were gods, but even their power had limits. Fenrir learned that the hard way.
It was surprising how after so many centuries, Jormung and still craved to rule. Even if just over mortals. Or maybe he just wanted to erase the wolves from the face of the earth? Did he still hate him this much? It looked like it…
He couldn’t help but think that this was his brother’s main goal. Destroying the lycans, creatures created by Fenrir, would be the same as destroying his legacy. K*lling most werewolves would give for control over the one that remained, bringing him one step closer to his main wish.
There was just one problem, and Fenrir sighed, watching how his creations fought fiercely when everything was against them. Moon Goddess’ creature did not disappoint either.
He knew that wolves did not deserve to perish.
They were the most loyal, beautiful creatures out there who always took care of each other. This was something his own family never gave him, and this was why both lycans and werewolves deserved to live.
“l am so going to regret this!” he closed his eyes, wrapping his fingers tighter around the Divine Spear and summoning its power…
He had done it just once in the past, but the Wolf God remembered it as if it was yesterday. The previous time he experienced completely different emotions, though. Back then, he still had hope and thought that he was fighting for a better future. Moreover, Fenrir believed he was the one building it. The life of his dreams was just one step away, and his happiness was so close he could almost touch
Everything was different now. It wasn’t his war, and his kind lived for so long without his presence that it seemed he did not have a place here anymore. Fenrir did not see the point in this war. Or any other for that matter. No war in the centuries he existed made anyone happy. He knew it better than anyone. He won so many of those in the past, but he was still as broken and empty as ever. To the point of not caring anymore.
Years and years ago, he left the fighting to the mortals and resigned from his obligations to live in solitude. Every day of his life was t*ortur*e, and he couldn’t do this anymore. So he left for a place where nobody else wanted to reside and stayed there.
But today, something changed for him. Today he couldn’t stand and watch his wolves d*ie when they fought so hard. He had seen “The hope and stubbornness in them that resonated with his inner pain. He was sure that he would walk away and forget about it as he tried to forget everything else so many times. Just another thing to add to a long list.
He couldn’t do it, though.
They reminded him of his younger self. Fierce believers were ready to d*ie for the cause, and Fenrir couldn’t help but admire each of them. Even if he’d never admit it out loud.
He was especially impressed by the two Lycan kings, by the way they worked as one team, by how they managed to unite species who usually hated each other under their joint flag.
They did not need anyone. They did not need him. If Jor hadn’t interjected himself into this problem, they would have never needed him.
However, his brother had to interfere with the mortals. He had to try and erase his kind from the face of the Earth. Even after so long, he was still holding his grudge. He couldn’t let it go and move on.
And now Fenrir had no choice in this matter.
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