His Lost Lycan Luna (Kyson and Ivy)

Ivy POV

“Quick, sit down while I try to take care of your hand,” Dustin said, dragging a cut in half wine barrel over. He flipped it, so I could sit on it. The other guard growled at him before gripping his shoulder.

“We were told to bring here, that is all,” he snapped at Dustin. I looked at the man who stared at me like I was the scum over the earth, and I quickly averted my gaze.

“Remove your hand, Trey, or f*****g lose it,” Dustin snapped at him.

“I’m following orders, the King said to bring her here, and that was it,”

“F**k the king,” Dustin snapped, and the man went to take a step toward him when Gannon walked in. “Yes, f**k the King, remember where your loyalties lie, Trey,”

“They lie with my King,”

“And she is your Queen,” Gannon snarled at him, and the man whimpered before his eyes went to me.

“You haven’t been here as long as the rest of us, but the King swore us all to choose his Queen over him,”

“If so, why is she down here, then?” The man demanded.

“Because the King is an idiot. Move Dustin. I will wrap her hand. Go fix up the old King’s quarters for me,” Gannon said, crouching down in front of me.

“Yes, Sir,” Dustin says while Trey growled and Gannon glanced over his shoulder at him.

out of my face,” Gannon ordered him, and I

my hand and wrapping it. “It will heal once you shift. Do you

you heal it?” I asked. My hand was throbbing to its own beat, my fingers were black and purple, and fragmented bones pushed

only the King can heal you. My saliva or blood won’t work on you since you aren’t mine,” Gannon says, cupping my face with his hand. He pulls his phone out of his pocket. “Once the

don’t call me that,” I murmur, looking

says, unlocking his phone and scrolling through the pictures.

take the phone from him. A sob escapes from my lips when I realize it is my mother. I nod, tears trekking down

voice again. She looked a little younger than I remembered in this picture, but I knew it was her. Gannon hangs his head and shakes

Ivy. You just need to give him space.” Gannon tells

his eyes glaze over, and i could tell he was mind-linking. I waited for him to finish, and his eyes flickered before falling on

also k****d the King’s sister.” I blink, astonished, unable to believe

to get some rest. After your shift, I

another couple

birthday is today,” he says just as hear someone curse. The stable doors opened, and hope bubbled in me. Thinking it was Kyson to tell me this was some sick joke, but it was just Clarice and Abbie. Clarice rubbed her elbow as if she had just banged it which would explain the curse that left her lips. They stopped by the door and glanced at Gannon, who nodded to them before standing up and walking out. He stopped by Clarice

Gannon tells them. She nods before rushing in with Abbie close behind her. Abbie embraced me, hugging me, then checking me over while Clarice stood

had a cake made, but I couldn’t carry it

should have seen it, Ivy. Clarice did a good job. We spent all

much we always wished to celebrate our birthdays but were never allowed, never allowed the cakes we made for the children in the orphanage. Abbie and l always stared longingly, wishing we could try the cakes we made. We never knew if they tasted alright, but the

the King is on the warpath. But I couldn’t let you go without wishing you a happy birthday,” Clarice says, placing the blue cupcake in my hand. She lights it with it a match, and I stare at the flickering

to humor her, I did. Abbie smiles sadly and kisses my knee where she was

asks, a teary smile on