His Lost Lycan Luna (Kyson and Ivy)

His found Lycan Luna Chapter 109 

Kyson POV 

Once his heart stopped beating and he lay dead on the rack, I cleaned my hands and most of my face to not scare any of the staff or the children too severely while trying to figure out our next move. I would also have to send 

ake sure no hunters or council are, in fact, here as Tanner claimed. Gannon and Liam were prepping to dismember the rest of Tanner, so he could be thrown in the furnace for disposal. I headed to the stairs when everything shook violently above me. The ground rumbling knocked me off balance. Smoke and dust filled the air making it difficult to breathe and see, and my lungs were restricted as I tried to right myself. 

My ears finally stopped ringing as I got to my feet in fear for Azalea. I could barely make out Gannon and Liam through the haze, and the noise coming from upstairs was horrendous. Looking through the smoke and crushed rock, I see Liam and Gannon. They were banged up a bit but thankfully alive. I pivoted and sprinted for the stairs when searing pain ripped through my side. The hunters! They were in the tunnels leading past the dungeon. Rage overtook me as I shifted. My vision became consumed with red as the insignia became visible a few yards away. 

They have taken enough from me, Azalea, and everyone in this Kingdom! Made orphans and refugees from their sick agenda. I could see Gannon and Liam shift in my peripheral vision. They would not take any more lives while I still stood. We were in rhythm, eviscerating the lot of them. Not one heartbeat remained in my keen hearing other than my own and theirs as I listened for footsteps while screaming orders through the mind–link for the staff and Azalea to get to the tunnels or bunkers. 

I told Gannon and Liam to go protect Azalea and the others, not that they had a choice with the pact oath. It would be natural instinct to them, leaving me to check the tunnels. I stalked through the back tunnels making sure there weren‘t any hunters left hiding. 

I got no reply from Azalea, yet I could feel she was alive, although panicked. Trey, I knew, was trying to get her and 

giving me a run–down of what was going on above while I scoured the tunnels, ripping the wires from bombs planted beneath the castle everywhere. 

The ceiling above exploding sent rocks and debris crashing down on me as I hit a fork in the tunnels. I turned to my left, wanting to take the tunnel that came out by the river, when the tunnel started exploding, I was forced to run in the opposite direction toward the tunnels leading to the stables and forest. 

I was nearly at the opening directly beneath the burned–down stables and could hear fighting above as I drew nearer, echoing through the tunnel. Over the noise, I barely catch the whizzing noise that perked my ears all too late. Burning pain crumpled me to the floor. 

A dart embedded in my torso. As another hit the center of my chest as my knees hit the ground. I yanked it out, the stench of wolfbane entering my nose. I lifted my head and snarled, looking for the person responsible through the thick smoke. 

There wasn‘t enough wolfsbane to kill me, but enough to slow me down, and too many would knock me out. Getting to my feet, my hand on the stone wall helps push me up, and I stagger as the wolfsbane poisons me. 

I was trying to burn it out of my system as a voice I despised echoed in front of me. Ester! 

“You just had to take that whore as your mate! I would have forgotten Crux‘s plan altogether, but no, you had to choose that whore. I should have been your Queen, not her.” she snarls, holding the dart gun up aimed at my chest. 

a fucking ghost of the past, that bitch returns! I should have killed her when I had the chance, should have killed her that night in the forest when

myself against the other

entire tunnel shakes and I see her eyes widen when she realizes it is about to crumble down around us. With a arowl. I take off the way I came, knowing there is another tunnel that leads to the

following me as she continues her rant. Luckily, the dust and smoke offered some cover. I knew I wouldn‘t get close enough to her while she held that gun. The wolfsbane was searing in my veins, and I was growing weaker by the

the mind–link as I push past the collapsed tunnel and turn for another. It should spit me out into the forest beside the bunkers.

that I would be forced to keep

was dead. Stupidly, I believed her. Had i known she was alive, I would have finished her off too. Her father ruined me, used me!” she screams as I try to keep moving.

me!” She laughs like a maniac. I could hear her

my baby from me. I kept him thinking maybe Garret would change his mind once he was born. How was I supposed to know he wouldn‘t inherit the Landeena gifts? And he shunned me

skim past me, the feathers

sounds of panicked servants reach my ears, and relief floods me, knowing they got out and were near the bunkers to take cover, so I knew Azalea must be close by. I just had to get

kids rush past the exit headed for the bunker with the castle servants, and my shoulder crashes against the mesh, making them jump just as

I burst through the meshed gate and spill out onto the mountainside. My body rolls as my momentum is off, and I slam against a tree.

toward me. Yet the wolfsbane in my system burned my veins like acid and scorched

my vision doubles. Yet I could feel it was slowly and painfully burning out of my system. Whatever she gave me was stronger than just wolfsbane. However, the more I pushed through the

see a shadow move behind her. My eyes flick back to her, Yet as she flexes her fingers, her claws slip free, and

arm to end me. My reflexes are slower yet still, my hand whips out at the last second, catching

as she stumbles toward me onto one knee. Only when I do do notice Peter behind her, a branch in his hand. He lifts it, swinging it again at her head before turning into a frenzied rage and raining blow after blow down on her as I get to my feet again.

you couldn‘t love me!” he roared, repeatedly swinging the

Brain matter spilled out her ears and through the back of her skull as it cracked open like an egg. Yet he still swung, the branch breaking in his hands when I grabbed

broken branch, and I look down at Ester. Her head was crushed under his blows and no longer distinguishable to the eye. “Where is Azalea?” | gasp, and Peter looks

he points toward the castle, and he runs ahead while I stagger, trying to keep up with him. I could hear fighting and the

standing at the top when she suddenly screams,

movements to see her go after Logan, who was walking into the line of fire

slowed down, time almost stopping for a few fateful moments. Or maybe I thought it