Second Chance for the Barren Luna (Talia and Jason) novel Chapter 243

CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & FORTY THREE

Nolan’s POV

The first chain snapped at the rear left leg and then the second.

“Everyone get back,” I commanded, but my Alpha command came too late. The bear lurched forward and the remaining restraints tore loose all at once.

“Talia, get the Lunas back now,” I said but she and Della were already moving to usher the Lunas back toward the packhouse.

Henry and Walden moved forward to distract the bear. Walden was slammed hard into a tree. The bear crossed the clearing and went straight for the nearest group of Alphas.

Most of the Alphas cleared out of its path. Landon stepped forward instead, dropped into a fighting stance with his arms out.

‘What is that idiot doing? He’s going to get himself killed!’ my wolf growled.

“Landon, fall back!” I ordered, but Landon did not listen to me. He held his ground and waited for the bear to reach him. Landon avoided the first few swipes but then, the bear caught him on the left side and drove him hard into the ground. “Damn it! Hold on Landon!”

Landon got one arm up, but the bear was faster. It clamped down on his shoulder with its jaws and began thrashing him. Landon screamed in pain as he punched at the bear’s head, but the bear was not letting go.

I reached the bear’s right side. Solon came in on the left at the same moment. Colin jumped on its back and locked both arms around its neck. He pulled with everything he had.

The bear released Landon to try to throw Colin off its back and that gave Solon and me the angle we needed to bring it down. Solon and I drove our claws into his neck, ripping as hard as we could. It finally collapsed and Henry rushed over with a bucket of water to rinse the blood off our hands.

“Make sure to get all of it off,” I told them. “You don’t want to make a mistake and infect yourself.”

Solon and Colin didn’t have to be told twice as they began scrubbing their hands in the water. I turned to Marco after cleaning my hands and said, “Burn it. Every single part of it. Do not touch it with your bare hands under any circumstances.”

“Yes, Alpha,” Marco nodded before waving over two guards who already had gasoline and a torch ready.

Landon was on the ground writhing in pain with his hand pressed against his shoulder. The blood had soaked through his fingers and was running down his arm. He looked up at me and for the first time all morning there was nothing behind his eyes except fear.

“Please,” he breathed. “Help me. I cannot feel my arm.”

“I warned you, my Luna warned you and you refused to listen,” I growled. “Your recklessness harmed one of my pack members. I should let you suffer.”

“I know.” His jaw was tight with pain. “I know. I’m sorry. Please help me.”

“I am not a healer,” I said flatly. “You will need to ask Luna Leslie.”

He turned to Leslie. She was checking Walden over who was concussed and then, Solon and Colin. Leslie did not move toward Landon at all. My wolf snorted in amusement.

“Luna Leslie, I…” Landon started but stopped in midsentence as another wave of pain hit him. “I was wrong. What I said earlier was wrong. You are the best healer I have ever seen, and I knew that when I said it. Please help me,” he begged.

Leslie finally looked at him. She looked at him as if he was an insignificant bug. Leslie turned her attention back to Solon.

“Please,” Landon begged.

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Leslie still did not respond.

Then, Landon turned to Talia. “Luna Talia.” He gasped through the pain. “I was wrong. I will build the wall. I swear it. Please, get Luna Leslie to help me,” he pleaded.

Talia looked at him and said nothing. I could feel through the mate bond that she was conflicted. She was upset with him and believed he deserved this, but at the same time she didn’t want him to suffer.

“I can’t help you, Alpha Landon. I cannot force another Luna to do something that she does not want to do,” Talia finally said.

“Solon,” Landon choked out his name desperately. “Please, please, I’m begging you. Help me.”

“Leslie…” Solon started but stopped when Leslie glared at him.

“There is one thing that would change my mind,” Leslie finally offered. “Sign the Lonefur pack over to Solon right now.”

Landon looked at Leslie as if she had grown a third leg. “This is not a game. I need help,” Landon snapped.

“Clearly,” she replied. If you refuse, Solon will take the pack when you die from this anyway. You might as well agree now so you can at least have a fighting chance to start over.”

Landon looked at Solon, who shrugged. “Fine,” he rasped. “Please take my pack. Just help me. I don’t want to die.”

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