Chapter 65


    Bjorn knew that the moment his healing was done, he would pursue Savvy, overpower her, to try to


    knock her out and bring her back. The silly girl used her third form, and he knew that she couldn’t control


    it. Knocking her out would be the one and only chance to bring her back from this. If she stayed in her


    Royal Lycan form for too long, he would lose her. He couldn’t lose her! She was all he had,


    and now his head was spinning with ideas of how to get her back. There had to be a way!


    Once again, he regretted pushing her too far too fast, but at the same time, he also regretted not marking


    her at once. If he hadn’t taken pity on her situation and just went with it, she would still be healing and in


    his full grasp. These were selfish thoughts. The thoughts contradicted each other, and, in all honesty, he


    didn’t know what he should have done. How he should have handled her, but he knew


    now that what he chose to do was wrong.


    One thing was for sure; he shouldn’t have believed in what was too good to be true. She yed on his


    desire to be epted and


    used his one and only weakness.


    His wound still hadn’t fully healed, but he heard several loud roarsing from the main square that


    made him fear for her  life.


    “Don’t… kill,” his voice gurgled through his chest as he clenched his neck. The long cut on his chest


    didn’t bother him much, but the  neck wound was still dangerously painful.


    Joran followed him with his gaze in silence, and only a few warriors stayed by his side for protection,


    none of them dared to offer


    him help, knowing that he’d rather end them than acknowledge this humiliation. He never forgave


    humiliation… until now.


    Savvy humiliated him more than anyone else in his entire life. Only Castiel’s father could possibly


    compare to what she did to him


    tonight. Yet… he… had already forgiven her. He knew that he’d have to punish her, lock her away, keep


    her far away from everyone, but


    he wouldn’t kill her, and he wouldn’t reject her. She could do anything to him, and the result would be the


    same. He needed her.


    A growl escaped him at the realisation.


    “She is long gone,” Jormented, gulping the rest of his wine and throwing away the ss angrily. His


    lips were pressed into a


    thin white line now, and Bjorn didn’t know what to make out of it all.


    “You could have helped!” the White Bear King snapped.


    “Not in this case,” the Serpent scowled, turning away as if he was keeping more secrets from him.


    Secrets, secrets, secrets. Everyone


    had secrets, and Bjorn had had enough of all this.


    He kicked a jug that was on the floor right next to him, and a menacing growl escaped his chest as he


    pushed himself to restore, the


    eleration clouding his mind temporarily.


    He heard the despair of his men in their mindlink. He felt them dying one by one, knowing that it was


    Savannah’s doing.


    “Just kill the b***h!” One of his warriors growled. “Or she is going to kill us all!”


    A wave of panic rippled through him.


    Whatever it was, he couldn’t let anyone hurt her. If his men killed her, they were as good as dead.


    “Bring her back alive!” He snarled at them in his mind and ran. Ran, ran, ran to where he felt her. Though


    thoughts of the many


    punishments he could inflict on her for what she did today were shing before his eyes, he knew that


    the main goal was to protect her.


    In a way, he would always be protecting her. Why couldn’t she see that and ept him? Her first mate


    was dead, Kai was dead, her whole


    family was dead. He was all she had, too.


    The sight in the square startled him for an instance. So many bodies… He’d lost so many men!


    But that wasn’t important now. All he wanted was to save her, to get her back. He would do everything


    differently now, he would not


    underestimate her again.


    He raced through the woods in his human form. That let him use some narrow paths a bear wouldn’t be


    able to. He ran without


    thinking twice, using his instincts to reach her.


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    A great idea suddenly came to his mind. Poison! He could tell people that she was poisoned, and that


    was why she did all these


    things today. It wasn’t the most believable version in the world, but it could work if he could scare people


    enough to support his im.


    He would have to lock her in the highest tower and keep her there for a year or two for safety reasons,


    but… at least they could still be  together.


    Finally, her delicious scent reached his nostrils, and he breathed out in relief, knowing that she was alive.


    The stench of blood let


    him know that his warriors probably weren’t…


    But he could live with that. Losing Savannah would have been unbearable.


    However, he soon smelled something else. A familiar scent but with new notes.


    Only that couldn’t be… He was dead. He had to be dead! Bjorn personally pierced his heart with that


    spear to ensure a situation like


    this would never happen.


    And yet the Northern Lycan King stood before his eyes, holding his mate. Savannah wept in his arms,


    and then he imed Bjorn’s  mate’s lips.


    It was worse than when she stabbed him with a dagger, it was worse than when he found out his first


    mate was sleeping with his


    father. Why did it hurt so much?


    Bjorn had to lean against a tree, his elongated ws digging into the bark as he did his best not to give


    himself away. Why was life so


    unfair to him? He did everything he could to survive, he did everything he could to get his mate to ept


    his mark, he did everything by


    the book! He was told not to face Kai in battle, and he never did! And he managed to win! The victory


    was clear; it was his and he had


    worked for it for so long! His n was perfect! He had thought about everything! Why! Why did it have to


    be this way?!


    A roar of pain and despair escaped his chest against his control, it was the cry of a warrior, the scream of


    a betrayed lover and a


    warning to the ones who hurt him.


    He saw how Savannah flinched in the Lycan King’s arms, how the man he hated so much moved his


    mate behind his back, trying to


    protect her from him. Him! They must have been joking!


    The rage overwhelmed him, and as if he was an impulsive teen, he shifted uncontrobly and charged at


    his enemy. All the years of restraining himself were now gone. He did everything as he was told, nned


    everything meticulously, he kept away from Kai because of


    that prophecy, and this was what he got?!


    Bjorn didn’t care anymore. He was going to kill the Lycan King today, once and for all. He would be more


    clever this time and tear


    Kai’s body into pieces, then he would burn them and scatter the ashes in different parts of the world just


    to make sure that he would


    never evere back and disturb his happiness again.


    Blood. He wanted his blood as payment for all the pain and humiliation.


    Savannah screamed when Kai gently pushed her back, and then he was gone in an instant, turning into


    somethingpletely else.


    Bjorn’s fierce attack was met by a creature no one had ever seen before. The ce where they shed


    was covered with frost in mere


    seconds, making the Princess gasp. She still did not know what was going on, and in all honesty, she did


    not care how Kai came back. She was genuinely happy to just see him, happy that they had another


    chance. But now she was asking herself, what did he go through to get


    back to her? What happened to him? What had been done to him?


    Teeth, ws, blood, growls and roars; they hated each other so much that neither of them cared about


    anything else anymore. They both equally wanted the other dead and were ready to sacrifice almost


    anything to achieve this.


    Bjorn saw what was before him. He knew that he didn’t have to fight just a Royal Lycan anymore. The


    creature that fought against him was so much more than that, but it wasn’t stopping the bear from trying


    to kill him. The wolf threw him and made him crash against a tree, breaking the ancient pine in half, chips


    flying in all directions. But the anger and hate were his fuel now, so Bjorn was back on his feet in no


    time.


    He took in the beast before him and noticed how the ice on his back and neck was growing taller by the


    minute. The white bear charged at him again, knowing that his best chance was a surprise attack. He


    would aim for the neck and the belly, the parts where he could make a fatal blow. Luckily, regr bears‘


    jaws were strong enough to make deadly bites. Bjorn, however, was no regr bear. He was the White


    Bear King of the North, a royal in his own right, a bear blessed by a God, invincible, unstoppable and


    deadly. And he was


    going to win this.


    He was still running when he saw a myriad of ice needles flying in his direction. He did not avert his eyes


    or cover himself, so the


    little sharp des went through his skin and fur. That stopped him as he had to brush them off, get them


    out of his eyes and nose and


    other sensitive areas.


    But Kai did not n to wait. Amarok was a legend for a reason, and he fully nned on using his new


    advantages to destroy the man who had hurt his mate and tried to break them apart. Kai had hatred in


    his heart, too. Not only was Bjorn responsible for their suffering and separation, for murdering him, for


    trying to im Savannah as his own, but he even ruined the sweet moment they had been sharing just


    now. Savvy did not deserve to have this maning back for her again and again and again. He did not


    want her to have to live


    always looking over her shoulder, thinking if that damn bear would be back. He wanted her to be happy


    and safe, and for that, he had to


    kill Bjorn.


    The bear got rid of the needles too quickly, but Kai was already there, piercing his side with the ice


    spikes and escaping before Bjorn


    could even turn in his direction. The bear let out a menacing roar from the pain, fury, and frustration that


    echoed through the dark


    woods and then heshed out at his rival. His attack was brutal; he wasn’t wasting a second of his time,


    each move calcted but at the


    same time filled with agony. A battle of hateful passion and contradictions. However, Amarok


    manoeuvred easily, escaping each


    time.


    Both blessed by the gods, they were equals, but somehow Kai’s technique was better. He was


    exhausting the bear and using his own


    anger against him. The Lycan King wanted to pounce on Bjorn and end him quickly, but unlike Bjorn,


    who was desperate and tried to kill


    him at all costs, Kai knew that he had to take his time. Savannah was watching and wounded and if he


    lost, she would have to go through


    hell again fighting for her life. He needed to get her to a healer, and although this way took longer, it was


    the one that was going to bring


    him victory. Bjorn was sloppy, and soon he made a mistake that opened up ess to his neck and made


    him vulnerable. Amarok did not


    waste his opportunity and sunk his ice–cold canines in, feeling how the warm blood of his enemy filled


    his mouth and trickled down both


    their furs. He closed his jaws, and then, remembering everything the damn bear put them through, he


    ripped his flesh out, causing a


    mortal wound.


    Bjorn did not expect this. The words of the prophecy sounded over and over in his head. Never meet the


    Lycan King of the North in


    battle; never fight him with your own hands.


    He should have listened.


    Bjorn fell to the frost–covered grass, its coolness his only constion. A pool of blood was forming


    around him, but all he saw was Amarok shifting back to his human form and running towards his mate.


    Bjorn’s mate. He could still smell her intoxicating bluebell scent, and although it pained him to see her


    wrapping her arms around his mortal enemy, a part of him was happy that at least her scent. enveloped


    him in his final moments. For a moment there, his eyes locked with Savannah’s, and hope took over his


    heart once again. But Kai had already shifted back into a giant wolf and lowered himself so that


    Savannah could climb on his back, and they could escape,


    leaving him behind as if he was nothing to her.


    If Bjorn could chuckle now, he would. His destiny was cruel, after all. Thest thing he would ever see


    would be his mate on his


    enemy’s back.


    The two lycans were gone, and Bjorny on the ground in his human form now, foraging for when death


    woulde for him. Soon he heard footsteps somewhere in the distance and hoped that his time had


    come. However, he had to frown when he saw Joran towering


    over him.


    “Go away!” the bear spat blood. The deity was thest person he wanted to see now. At least he wanted


    to die in peace. Maybe he deserved at least that much.


    “How can I leave you?” Joran knelt next to him on the cold ground. “I have known you since you were a


    little boy,” he confessed with a smile. “I saw potential in you, and I believed in you. I have spent years


    helping you. I ced my bet on you and I can’t see you lose.


    This was unexpected. Bjorn always thought that they had a business rtionship.


    “We only made a few deals,” he recalled and noticed a sad smile curling the Serpent’s lips.


    Unreasonably, he wanted to anger the almighty snake. “You and your butterflies!”


    “Dragonflies,” Jor corrected dryly, looking at the sky as if he was contemting something. “They are


    dragonflies.”


    “Anyway, I only saw you caring about them,” Bjorn scoffed bitterly in a broken voice.


    “Just one of them,” Joran admitted. “The one that went missing after a mission I gave her because of


    you.”


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    The White Bear King did not care much anymore. He felt life slip away from him. A minute or two and it


    would be over…


    “We have been overyed,” Joran informed him in a low voice and ced a hand on his chest.


    Something changed immediately,


    and Bjorn coughed, blood spluttering from his wounds. However, he could feel how his healing was


    elerated drastically, and his cells


    were restoring themselves like crazy. He did not expect it and his eye darted to the Serpent, whose lips


    twitched as if he was about to


    smile.


    “I told you I care about you,” he repeated his words to Bjorn. “What happened today was not fair. She


    was your mate, you were both


    each other’s second chances. The two of you could have been happy together, and honestly, in the


    castle, I couldn’t understand what was


    wrong with her, why couldn’t she react the way she was supposed to… After what I saw right now…


    Darius, now I know. And I am so


    sorry!”


    Bjorn’s brows quirked up, “Wh–what are you talking about? What is wrong with Savvy?”


    “I probably chose the wrong words,” Jor took his hand away, knowing that the bear would be restored in


    minutes on his own now.


    He had already dragged him out from the other side. “She is that mutt’s mate now,” he corrected himself,


    “but this is a forced bond. It


    shouldn’t be there.”


    Bjorn’s ws grew out again, and he grasped the soil underneath him in a new fit of raw fury. A forced


    bond! He knew it! He knew


    that Savannah was his. She was just… mistaken.


    “How?” he groaned, trying to get up despite the waves of pain rippling through him.


    “My brother,” Joran replied, scowling and gave Bjorn his hand, helping him up. “Fenrir.”


    The sounds of thunder emerged around them as the name of the Alpha God sounded. Bjorn suspected


    many things, he knew that


    he had been dealing with a deity, and for a while, he suspected who the serpent really was. But it was


    one thing to suspect, and it was


    another thing to actually know.


    And now this… the whole North worshipped Fenrir. Almost every shrine in thesends was built in


    honour of its patron.


    “Why would Fenrir do this?” he asked as the first shock wave subsided. “Why would he take my mate


    away from me?”


    “This is probably my fault,” Joran let out a pained sigh. “We destroyed the old order together, but many


    things have happened since


    then. It’s very different now, and I think that Fenrir is against me now. And you, Darius, you’re a message


    to me. He is showing me what he


    can do, provoking me, knowing that I care about you.”


    “He clearly overestimates our rtionship,” Bjorn seemed angry. It wasn’t fair that he got in the middle of


    some divine war. The


    hatred for the wolf God was growing in his heart rapidly. He finally knew whom to me.


    “He does not,” the Serpent looked around. “Years ago, I chose you, Darius Bjorn, as my champion. I


    have been looking for one for


    many years and saw potential in you. When you came back from the foxes without an eye but still alive


    and still willing to fight, I knew


    that you had what it takes. I trusted you many times, and I never made it easy for you. I did not want you


    to like me, I wanted you to be


    worthy. And I found out quite some time ago that you are worthy. I made the right choice, and I never


    regretted it, not once! Look how far


    you’vee with just a little bit of my help.”


    “You’re not seriously thinking that I’m buying any of this,” the white bear did not seem impressed at all.


    “We only made a few deals,


    and you treated me like sh*t most of the time.”


    “! stayed by your side for years, boy,” .loran insisted, and something changed about his voice. It was now


    deeper and darker, nothing like the honey from before. “I did not want to simply give you things. You had


    to earn them, to deserve them. And when I gave you your invincibility, I already decided that you were


    my chosen one, my champion, the one who would rule not only the North but the whole Moonrise


    Kingdom. It has been my dream for centuries to restore what my brother once destroyed, and I have


    never been this close.


    ”


    “In other words, you used me to fulfil your dream, and now I’m paying for it with my mate.” Bjorn closed


    his eyes, trying to control


    his breathing, but no matter how he looked at it, Jor was his only way to obtain what he wanted.


    “Wasn’t this your dream too? To change the order of things, to unite the kingdoms and rule over them,


    forgetting about the wolves‘


    supremacy?” the Serpent taunted. “Not to mention that you got your second chance thanks to me. They


    aren’t given to just anyone, you


    know. I vouched for you.”


    “And look where it got me!” Bjorn let out augh. It started like a little sound that rumbled through his


    chest, but in a matter of


    seconds, he wasughing so hard that tears burned his eyes.


    Why notugh? After all, his life was a joke!


    “So, you are happy to leave everything as it is, then?” Joran decided to clear the air between them at


    once. “This is what you wish


    for?”


    The white bear did not reply, and the deity before him nodded silently.


    “You’re tired of fighting,” he sighed. “I understand. So be it.”


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    He was about to leave when Bjorn’sughter turned into a roar filled with so much rage that birds flew


    away from the nearby trees,


    trying to save themselves in horror. The roar soon turned into a call, a battle cry that every single warrior


    stationed in this part of the


    North knew that the King was summoning them.


    Bjorn was panting when he was done, but when he faced his patron, there was determination rippling


    through his veins.


    “Tell me one thing,” he chuckled darkly, “what will happen when Kai is dead again?”


    “What do you mean?” Jor arched his brow, watching his champion with a newfound amusement.


    “If I manage to kill him again and ensure he isn’ting back this time, what will happen with- her?”


    Bjorn met the Serpent’s gaze, and the deity understood where he wasing from.


    “She is your mate before she is his, Darius,” Joran replied. “If her forced mate is dead, she will be back


    to being your second–chance


    mate.”


    “Will she feel it this time?” the bear wondered.


    “That’s hard to tell now,” Joran rubbed the bridge of his nose. “This is an unusual situation, but I don’t


    see why she wouldn’t feel it if


    her current bond with Kai is broken.”


    “Great!” Bjorn cleared his throat and then took a deep breath of the cold northern air. “I am tired of


    fighting, but I will not let


    anyone take what is mine anymore! Years of staying quiet, of plotting behind the scenes and hiding in the


    catbs, I am tired of all of this. This time… it’s going to be all or nothing!”


    “I like your spirit,” a smirk spread over the Serpent’s face as he observed the one who was going to help


    him with his revenge, “And this time, I will help you more than before. You have my word. After all, who


    says I can have only one champion?”