Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 62 – Kyson POV
Damian stood by my office window, entirely consumed with whatever he was staring at. He chuckled, and Gannon looked over at him. I tried to ignore them while I put my head back down to go over the maps of where the last children were found, always along the river, yet it wasn’t deep enough for boats to get through, canoes maybe could, yet they were always laid out and on display like they wanted them found and were merely taunting us. However, there was always a hunter’s patch, or a rebel one stuck to each body; it was the indication they were all linked. The location they were always found was never near enough to any packs to pinpoint one, and they were nowhere near any human settlements, so it was a mystery, as always. One that had been doing my head in for years, no scents, no fingerprints, nothing that indicated a location to the hunters or rebel wolves helping them.
Yet the main perpetrator of the werewolf rebellion that was helping the hunters was proven d**d. Marissa, Ivy’s mother, was d**d that much we knew for certain, so who was leading them now? It made no sense to me. It was also the reason after my sister’s d***h, no werewolves could set foot in my castle grounds except Alpha Kade, and of course, Abbie and Ivy who were the first werewolf servants we had in over a decade. Werewolves couldn’t be trusted and everyone was scrutinised before ever entering through my castle gates.
Laughter reaching my ears made me tilt my head, I looked up from examining the dots on the map. I was looking for some sort of pattern to see Gannon and Damian watching out the window. Both of them held silly grins of amusem*nt on their faces.
“They wanna run now. That old woman has a good arm on her,” Gannon chuckled before she cringed.
“Oh, that had to have hurt,” Damian snickered.
“What are you both looking at,” I asked, and Gannon turned slightly to look over his shoulder at me. “Apple war,” he laughed. My eyebrows raised, and he turned back to the window before snorting at whatever he was watching. Intrigued, I got up, walked over to the window, stood beside Damian, and looked down toward the gardens to see Clarice, Abbie, and Ivy were firing apples at Dustin and Peter, our stable hand boy. Cheeky little s**t threw horsesh*t at Damian once, and man, did he go off. Damian chucked him in the small lake by the stables that day. The kid was always up to no good, but he was a breath of fresh air.
Dustin to hit her in the head with one. I saw the look of panic
his haste to escape her. The nervous glances I received from Gannon and Damian as they continued to wrestle each other were not missed like they expected me to blow up over them mucking around. Peter rushed to help Dustin as Ivy managed to get him to the ground, only for Peter to be smashed with an
off Dustin before leaning down and smearing her hand over his face making him cringe before she ducked off. Thunder cracked across the sky. They all froze, looking up at the sky, and Abbie’s shoulders slumped, and so did Peter’s. Ivy wipes her clothes off as she makes her way back to
takes it, and she pulls him to his feet before he bows to her. Ivy shakes her head before waving goodbye to Peter, and Abbie skips over to her, wrapping an arm around her waist and pressing her head against Ivy’s shoulder
to my bar and grabbing a glass. I poured some whiskey in it and sculled it before pouring another. Yet after the third glass,
is leaving this afternoon,” Gannon said, and I looked over at
will know tomorrow when she wakes up, and
have said
mate, and she asked to go with him. I won’t deny her wishes if that is what she wants,” I tell him. We warned Abbie she wouldn’t listen, believing whatever lies he
doesn’t deserve her,” Gannon growled, glaring at my
“She will see reason,” Damian tells him, gripping his shoulder.
“By then, it will probably be too late,” Gannon snarled.
“If not, and she wants to come back, you gave her your number. She also has the King’s and mine so she can get a hold of lvy if she wants to come back,”
“We will go get her,” I finish for him, and Gannon sighs but nods his head.
“What if he hurts her?” Gannon asked. The man looked tortured at the thought.
“She’s his mate; he can’t hurt her without hurting himself,, Damian assures him, but that wasn’t true; she-wolves were always at a disadvantage when it came to men, especially Alpha men, though we didn’t admit that in front of Gannon though he would be fully aware.
“There are other ways to destroy someone; you haven’t got to hurt them to break them,” Gannon said, and my brows furrowed at his words.
