The Heartless Alpha’s Beloved Luna (Avery and Gideon) novel Chapter 466

Avery’s POV

I didn’t have time to think.

The rogue lunged at me, barely giving me enough time to roll out of the way before his claws swiped through the air where my head had been a second earlier. I scrambled to my feet and lifted my hands defensively.

The rogue with the scar grinned at me, his fangs gleaming in the darkness.

“You really thought you could just waltz into our territory and we would let you walk away?” he sneered. “After everything you did?”

“This isn’t your territory,” I bit back. “It belongs to Nightwolf.”

His scar crinkled as his smile widened. “Right. Nightwolf. The same pack whose Alpha you hid from for ten years, right? Yuo trust him?” he asked. “With your life?”

Before I could respond, one of the other wolves pounced forward, snapping at my ankles. I moved, but not before a fang grazed my leg, making me cry out in pain. I fell to one knee in the mud.

Another wolf lunged then, jaws going for my arm. With a gasp, I fell backwards. I rolled on the ground, popping up in a crouch a few feet away, only to lurch to the side again as a third went for my neck.

I kicked out, catching that one in the ribs as I went down hard on my back. The wolf yelped and stumbled, but the first replaced it. Before I could roll away, its paws came down heavy on my shoulders, pinning me to the forest floor with all its weight.

I tried to shift, but it was no use. With the weight, and the mud, and the rain, my wolf froze up, leaving me defenseless.

The wolf opened its mouth. Saliva dripped onto my face.

I shut my eyes.

“Stop.”

I cracked one eye open to see that the rogue with the scar had moved closer, crouching now beside me. He tilted his head at me, then glanced at the wolf, its jaws still hanging open.

“I know you’re hungry,” he said in a low voice, “but she’s the one who killed our King. We should take our time. Figure out a more fitting way for her to die.”

The wolf snarled, looking back and forth between me and the man. Then, with a huff of hot air that smelled like its rancid breath, it released me and shifted. The other wolves followed suit.

I tried to take my chance to scramble to my feet, but it was too late. The rogues converged on me, taking me by my wrists and ankles, and hauled me up.

“Take her back to the camp,” the man with the scar said, standing. “We’ll decide what to do with her there.”

Panic clawed at my chest.

I was out of options. Out of time.

And then I remembered.

The mate bond.

I hadn’t used it to reach out to Gideon in so long. I never tried to mindlink him anymore, because I had spent so long trying to keep that bond at arm’s length. But now, with rogues dragging me through the forest and my life hanging by a thread, I didn’t have a choice.

I reached for the bond, that invisible thread that connected me to Gideon, and I pulled. It was faint and dusty, like it had been kept in an attic box for years. But it was there.

“HELP!”

The word shot through the bond like a lightning strike.

I didn't know if it would work. Didn't know if Gideon would even hear me.

But it was the only chance I had.

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Gideon’s POV

The dream was perfect.

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