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!

her side since she returned to us, though that sire bond I would have to

again this time she would have my blood in my system, so she would change. I may not have made a promise to her, but I did make a promise to my brother. I think he scared her when his blood healed her, burned

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

and intervention is needed, or resuscitation can take a

sire bond was kind of a bitch, Mainly because I didn’t want the girl looking at me all goo goo eyed.

the Goddess granted me the best prize and

I see his

whispering? It‘s a mind–link, no one can hear you but me,” he says and I wave my arms in the air so he can find me, he nods and lifts his arms as if to say ‘what?’ I wave for him to come to me but he shakes his

haul the body

“Huh?” 

to make a kebab out of him. You know, up

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

and I will share him,” I

“Huh?” 

or kebab. Quick before anyone notices, and they ruin my fun!” I tell him. Crux groans and I

something stupid or to toss another rock

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, he definitely wouldn‘t be! Maybe he will let me fuck him while I wear his skin as a suit? I ponder that before deciding against it and decide skewering him shall be

thing survived but my fireproof safe got destroyed?

is not all that survived,” I whisper and nod my head for him to look over

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