Luna Aleksa's Escape
Luna Aleksa’s Escape Chapter 62

*Aleska POV*

I had to close my eyes as the light was so bright. I heard a loud screeching sound, it was piercing my ears, like some sort of sound distortion. And then a wave of energy hit us all. The force was overwhelming and I felt lightheaded. After a few moments, I felt myself come to my senses. The light started to dim down and my eyes began to adjust. The light appeared to be shrinking and in a matter of moments, it had become merely an orb. There was a figure emerging from behind it. I had to squint to see in the darkness of the woods. It was Xanthe!

Most of the wolves that had been fighting on the battlefield were holding their heads, they looked to be in pain. Xanthe looked panicked and started running towards me. I looked back down at Jackson, “Jackson, can you hear me, please stay with me!” I yelled at him.

Xanthe approached us and pushed me aside, “Move!” She ordered me. I looked at her in confusion.

“Xanthe, what are you doing?” I asked her.

“He is my Mate!” She told me looking at him in disbelief.

I could see how concerned she looked. She touched his face with the palm of her hands, her fingers touching Jackson’s face in a gentle and loving manner.

Jackson’s breathing was starting to normalize already with Xanthe’s mere touch. I wonder if that could be the mate bond at work, or perhaps it was because Xanthe was a healer or both.

“Are you sure?” I asked Xanthe hopefully.

“I can heal him!” Xanthe declared.

“I just need some space,” Xanthe said. I could tell she was trying to suppress her true feelings, I could hear the shakiness in her voice.

*Xanthe POV*

After meeting with Aleksa and Kingston that day in the gazebo in the rose gardens, I was determined to replace out whatever I could about her heritage. However, along the way my past had caught up with me. I had been detained against my will by someone who had untoward plans for me.

I was able to escape that hellhole with help from an unlikely ally. I then began to make my way back to Rocky Mountain. My intuition had told me to come back right away. I had thought something might be wrong with Aleska until I reached the pack border and then I felt it. I felt him.

I felt the pull deep within my heart. My true love. My mate, was here, and he was hurt. I made my way toward the training fields and I saw a raging battle taking place. I could sense it was between pack wolves fending off a rogue attack.

I could see everyone fighting from the woods. I saw that despicable Lachlan lunging toward Aleksa and then I let out a surge of power, blinding and stopping all in its path.

I made my way to the wolf on the ground as I saw he had shifted to his human form.

He was gorgeous. Rugged with dark and handsome features, I could sense that he was of alpha b***d.

He had been stabbed with a silver wolfsbane-infused dagger in his chest and he was fading fast. I couldn’t believe that after all these centuries I had finally found my mate. I refused to lose him when I had only just found him.

After telling Aleksa that he was my mate, I attempted to heal him. I placed my hands over his body and channeled all of my energy. I used my strength to suck the poison from his system. I felt it consume me but I would not stop until my mate was safe.

It seemed like an eternity but in reality, it didn’t take long at all. I watched my mate wake from his state of unconsciousness.

I watched him look into my eyes with desire and growl “MATE!”

I looked at him and I smiled lovingly.

*Aleksa POV*

My wolf became restless, and then she growled wildly. “Mate! Mate is coming!” She howled in my head with joy.

I jerked my head to the left, and I watched as my mate approached us with Abbey in tow.

“Kingston!” I called out desperately. My heart racing and an overwhelming desire to run to my mate and never let go, right here in the middle of this fight.

I looked at Xanthe and Jackson. They were having a moment. They wouldn’t notice me gone.

I leaped up onto the ground and ran into my mate’s arms.

As I ran toward him I took in his bruised and swollen face, he had a split l*p and a split eyebrow. Why was he in such a state I wondered. Why was his werewolf healing not kicking in? What had happened to him?

I felt him flinch in pain as my body smacked against his. I looked at him with concern on my face. I lifted up his shirt and saw burn marks, it looked like a silver knife had been slashed against him repeatedly.

I looked at his wrists which also looked to be burned. I could only assume he had been bound in silver handcuffs or chains.

My wolf whimpered internally for our mate.

“I’m ok. I’ll heal soon.” Kingston said to me casually.

I smacked my lips against his and passionately kissed him. My wolf was howling in my head. Then I pulled away quickly, realizing that we were still in the middle of the fight. There would be time for this later, I thought to myself.

I looked to Abbey, “How?” That was all I could ask her, still astonished that she had found my mate.

“He was bound in silver, and unconscious when I found Him. He was tied to a chair, at the back of the maintenance shed. I picked up his scent while I was trying to replace some space to perform the locating spell,” Abbey replied.

I looked again at Kingston. Trying my best to suppress my tears of joy, as I was pushed aggressively to the ground. My head hit the ground with a loud thud. As I looked up to see what had just hit me I saw Kingston being pinned to the ground by Lachlan’s wolf Cyrus.

I ran into Cyrus with all my might. I figure it will buy Kingston a few moments to shift. As he hovers over me snapping at me, I try to fight him off with my hands.

I hear him whimper as Kingston shifts into his wolf Sabre and takes a large chunk of flesh out of his left hind leg. Cyrus is pushed to the ground and it seems that Sabre has the upper hand when a scroungy brown wolf jumps onto him trying to get access to his neck.

Furious, and recognizing that the scroungy and singed wolf is Eva, I quickly shifted into my wolf Amber and lunged forward viciously taking aim at her neck. I latched onto it and I tugged at it mercilessly, not letting go until I was satisfied that there was no life left in her.

While part of me was sad to take a life, especially when this wolf was once my friend, I told myself that she was never the friend I thought she was, and that I would stop at nothing to protect my mate.

Sabre continued to attack Cyrus, taking aim at his neck but missing and taking a chunk out of his shoulder instead, he then went for Cyrus’s jugular and ripped into his neck, b***d squirting out all over Sabre, soaking his fur. Cyrus began to lose strength, whimpering, his motions stilling.

Sabre moves away from Cyrus nudging against my snout, we both shift and fall into each other’s arms. Usually, I would be embarrassed to be naked in front of so many other wolves but right now I’m just feeling blessed to have my mate in my arms. I’m so besotted that I don’t even notice Cyrus has shifted into his human form and he is getting back on his feet.

It’s almost too late when I see he has somehow picked up the silver dagger and is about to stab Kingston in the neck when Sam comes from behind and grips the dagger forcing it into Lachlan’s heart he then pulls it out and slices Lachlan’s neck open decapitating him.

I gasped in horror as I watch my former mate’s head fall to the ground. I wished that things could have been different, but he was a lost soul, so consumed in evil and darkness. There was no redemption for him.

I mouthed thank you to Sam for saving my mate from harm. Kingston had turned around just in time to see Lachlan meet his demise. We all stood there in silence for a moment.

As I looked around us, I noticed that the rogues had started to retreat. I watched my friends start to pick themselves up off the battlefield. I saw wolves tending to the injured. We all just stared at one another looking grateful that we were still all here, and it is finally over.