The Heartless Alpha’s Beloved Luna

Chapter 291 Hopefully, we wouldn't have to give one. As much as I wanted revenge, today's goal was simply to rescue Avery. Razing this fucking place to the ground would come later, once we had enough resources. "Stay close," I muttered once we were all ready. "And keep your heads down." We approached the camp slowly, blending in with the crowd of rogues returning from their patrols. The guards barely glanced at us as we passed through the gate. My heart pounded, but I kept my expression neutral and my gait casual. Once inside, I split off from the group, heading in the direction of the cages.

I didn't pick up her scent. To my relief, she wasn't in any of the cages. I didn't recognize any of the slaves. One girl looked at me for a moment too long. But I quickly turned away, whistling, and continued moving. She didn't call out to me or follow, and I assumed that she didn't pay me any mind. After scanning the camp some more, I finally spotted what had to be Asher's tent. It was large and positioned at the center of the camp. I approached, keeping my head down, and sniffed the air. No scent. Strange.

If Asher took Avery as his personal prisoner, then I would have expected her to be in his quarters. It was risky, but I had to check anyway. I had to know if she was there. I spotted a guard walking out of the tent and took my chance. I slipped inside, keeping to the shadows. The tent was empty. There was only an old woman stirring a pot over a fire, and she didn't look up at me as I entered. There was a makeshift throne with a wolf's pelt- making my own wolf snarl inwardly-and a separate area for a bedroom. Keeping silent on my feet, I moved toward the bedroom.

his face in the mirror he was looking into. His eyepatch was missing, revealing a jagged, ugly gouge where his

sprayed across me, burning my skin. I hissed and darted out of the tent, but the attack had slowed me down. "Tegan," I mindlinked

men go down, his throat ripped out by a massive gray wolf. Another was tackled by three rogues at once. I heard only screams. "Fall back!" I shouted. I shifted mid-stride. My claws dug into the dirt as I lunged at the nearest rogue, tearing into his flank. He yelped and fell, and I didn't wait to see if he got back up. We fought our way toward the gate, but more rogues kept coming. They poured out of the tents like ants,

I spun, snapping at a rogue who got too close. My teeth found his leg, and I wrenched it to the side, hearing the bone crack. He howled and collapsed. But two more took his place. I turned toward the