The Heartless Alpha’s Beloved Luna

Chapter 290 Gideon's POV We left just as the first rays of sunlight began to crack over the horizon. I had barely slept, but I didn't feel tired at all. In wolf form, my body was stronger, faster. Senses focused on one thing: finding Avery. Sleep could wait. The journey to Matthew's Gulch was long and arduous. We crossed Dead Man's Gully early that morning, but it was still over ten miles to reach Matthew's Gulch. With no roads leading through the area, we had no choice but to move on foot, shifted, racing across miles of untamed forest.

The closer we came to the gulch, the more rugged the forest grew. Rogue territory was always wild, but it was clear that the Rogue King-or Asher, as Deirdre called him-had chosen his location strategically. He wanted to ensure that no sane wolves would dare venture close. He made sure that his camp was placed at the epicenter of multiple difficult-to-traverse landmarks. Mostly water runoffs caused by the glacial mountain that constantly loomed overhead, its peak occasionally visible through the dense canopy of trees.

Multiple creeks, streams, and waterfalls stood between us and our destination. We passed through mountain trails, leapt over ravines that were just barely narrow enough to reach the other side without having to venture down. It surprised me that Avery was taken this way. How had she made the journey? She had to have been frightened and forced into it, unless she was knocked unconscious. Was she drugged? Blindfolded? Or was something else pushing her to comply with her captors' demands? Either way, the thought of her being threatened in any way made my wolf furious. I had to find her.

reached the other side, Our men had to stop to rest

took a piece of jerky from my pack and bit into it, chewing slowly as I paced the perimeter of our temporary camp. The forest was quiet. 1/3 Chapter 290 Too quiet. +25 Bonus I paused, sniffing the air. I smelled no predators. Maybe the critters were just hiding because of

shifted back, crouching behind a boulder. My men followed suit. We crawled closer to the edge of a dropoff, keeping low amongst the underbrush for cover. Finally, it came into view. The camp was massive. There were hundreds of tents

in that section. I scanned the perimeter. The guards were pacing back and forth along the fence, but there were too many of them for all of us to sneak by unnoticed. But if