His Lost Lycan Luna (Kyson and Ivy)

Bonus Chapter

Liam POV

They say luck comes in threes, and I was beginning to believe that old superstition as I sifted through the rubble. Brick after brick, rock after rock and dust, well you get the picture, anyway, I was knee deep in shit! Not literal shit but you know, the kind of metaphorical ... Aaah, nope! I am pretty sure that may have been actual shit and not a rock that time. I toss it over my shoulder hearing a grunt and near squeal with joy when I find my trusty apron. I clutch it making sure it is in one piece. It has a small burn hole but never mind that, it adds character! 

“Oh please, no. Of all the things to survive. That thing should have been the first to burn,” Dustin groans behind me. I narrow my eyes at him, what a vile thing to wish for! Does he not know how hard I worked to get it smelling like barbequed death and marinated Doyle steaks?

“That is not coming with us!” Dustin declares. 

“I think I might wear it when we get married, one day,” I tell him and he scrunches up his face. 

“You will do no such thing!” he snarls, yet I was caught on the fact he didn‘t deny he was going to marry me. 

“It‘s a piece of art! See this stain right here?” I ask pointing to it. 

“That is an impression of a face! Peeled it clean off. I think my butterfly impression is rather good, you can even see his bulbous nose,” I tell Dustin and he shakes his head. 

“There is something wrong with you, you know that, right?” he says sifting through the rubble. 

“You just don‘t know how to appreciate art,” I tell him, shaking my head as I toss my apron over my shoulder and move a piece of wall from one of the chimney‘s. I nearly wet my pants with excitement, okay maybe I did, a little. What can I say, I am old and I‘m allowed to pee a little. The old pipes aren‘t what they once were. Sometimes they leak.

I knew luck came in threes! I never doubted it for a second, as I stared down at Crux. His mangled body all crooked, his arm twisted the wrong way, he coughs and I quickly lift my head looking around. Dustin had his back to me, salvaging what he could. Everyone else was too distracted as they too searched for what they could salvage. Crux coughs and I quickly slap a hand over his mouth not wanting to alert the others that somehow, by the grace of the Goddess, this fucker was gifted an extra life. And gifted to meeeeeee!

Abbie and Tyson. He hadn‘t left her side since she returned to us, though that sire bond I would have to do something about. Like I knew the risk and all when I

my blood in my system, so she would change. I may not have made a promise to her, but I did

luck that it worked. Because since she already had her wolf it made it tricky changing her into a Lycan. Sometimes they would heal too quickly. And it was always the brink of death along with Lycan blood and venom in their system that forced the change. Completely dead, they is dead. But that dangerous edge between is what

go as planned and intervention is needed, or resuscitation can take a few goes for

sire bond was kind of a bitch, Mainly because I didn’t want

best prize and a

and I see his head

me,” he says and I wave my arms in the air so he can find me, he nods and lifts his

here now! I need you to help me haul the body off!” I hiss at him

“Huh?” 

a kebab out of him. You know, up

about?” Gannon snaps at me and I roll my eyes at

here and I will share him,” I tell him.

“Huh?” 

notices, and they ruin my fun!” I tell him. Crux groans and I press my foot on his windpipe

there to show me something stupid or to toss another rock at me, I will fuck you

chatting animatedly to Dustin who still hasn‘t turned back to see my treasure. And oh what precious treasure it is! I was picturing ways to torture him that had my cock straining in my pants with my excitement. I wonder if Dustin would be down to fuck over his dead carcass? I shake that thought away,

is it? For real? That smelly old thing survived but my fireproof safe got destroyed? What the actual fuck!” Gannon

look over the rubble at my feet. He peers over before

understands and gets me because he is just as fucked in the head as me. He gets it. He gets me and my need for sadistic, wicked torture. There is no better feeling than watching a grown man shit his pants because he knows he is looking death in the face. Or how their fear smells like burnt hair. The way light fades from their eyes as