The Heartless Alpha’s Beloved Luna

Chapter 292 Avery's POV The chaos eventually drew to a close. But with the way my heart was pounding, blood rushing in my ears, I hardly noticed at all. I paced my tent, wringing my hands as the camp went quiet. My mind raced. - Had Gideon come for me after all? That letter he sent was it a decoy? A distraction to keep Asher from acting before I was rescued? Or was it something else? I hardly dared to hope that help had come, but my heart wandered anyway. I kept looking at the door, imagining that Gideon or someone, anyone-might come walking through that tent flap.

That the wolf shadow standing sentry would eventually be met with a violent and brutal end and that my rescuer would come for But that never happened. Eventually, as the camp stopped echoing with the sounds of battle and the alarm stopped blaring, I began to lose hope. Nothing happened for a long time. Eventually, I saw a figure approaching through the canvas. I shot to my feet, but when the flap opened, it was Asher who stepped in. His face was pale and grim. "Come with me," he said coldly. I twisted the ring on my finger. "Why?".

chest. Gideon? I surreptitiously slipped my ring off and tried to reach out for the mindink we shared, but I sensed nothing. Strange. If

center of his tent, bound by chains made of silver. The same ones that kept the slaves from shifting. His head was lolling forward onto his chest, and he didn't stir as approached. He came for me. And now he was Asher's latest prisoner. "Recognize him?" Asher asked. He walked over and grabbed Gideon's hair, lifting his head. Gideon groaned, and a large, angry purple bruise on his temple shone in the dim light. I

over to a nearby table where various tools were laid out, "I don't know what you two have been up to, whether you've been colluding or not, but it all stops now." He picked up a pair of pliers and held them up, inspecting them in the light. When he looked at me, his eye was blazing with fury, just