His Lost Lycan Luna (Kyson and Ivy)

Chapter 57

Ivy POV

As the days slipped by, his scent lingered a little less. Each day passed, my senses sharpened, my mind became clearer, and slowly I found the remnants of what was left of me. After so much solitude, I had slowly returned and found who I was, no longer ruled by instincts I was unfamiliar with. Agony was the only word I could use to describe it. One thing became obvious: I could not shift. It saddened me, and I wondered whether it was because of the bond like Gannon had said all those days ago or if I was a failure in that regard too.

I had vague memories of the King coming into the room. I remembered him healing my hand, but that was the last time I saw him. The King said he would be gone for two days; however, he was gone so much longer than that; I did not know how long it had been since I left this room, left my nest, but I had a feeling a considerable amount of time had passed.

As the days dragged on, they became more manageable, a little less painful. Once Kyson’s scent was gone, and only my scent remained in the room, I realized that my den no longer fulfilled its original purpose, and the bond was now only a distant memory, or so I hoped. Eventually, I was able to see my surroundings again. Clarity returned, and the fog lifted. It was like someone flipped a switch, and everything either went numb or died off. I wasn’t sure which one, but I didn’t care. I could finally breathe, finally felt more like myself in days.

I was drawn to the sound of the door creaking open. Getting up, I moved toward her, and she shrieked, the noise startling me and making me jump back and away

was shredded. I looked at the torn sheets and my lip curled in disgust as I scooped them up

scrap of cloth in this room made me look at my fingertips. How, when I can’t shift? It puzzled me. Shaking my head, I grabbed some of the longer pieces and made a sarong out of them. I looked like a

floor by the coffee table. My hands trembled as I picked up the fork, making me wonder when the last time l ate was. I practically inhaled my food, barely tasting any of it. I was ravenous, and it barely touched

outside my door, no guards or anything, so I figured I must be allowed to leave the room; I looked down at my lovely bedsheet attire and shook my head. Yep, I was doing this; I was going to walk down to the kitchen and pray no one saw me in my sheet sarong or noticed the fact I had no clothes on underneath it or peeked my a*s, which I knew wasn’t fully covered; I could feel the draft from the open bedroom window caress against me. This was mortifying, but seriously it can’t be any worse than the King rejecting our bond, so I shrugged and stepped out. If I could survive

trying to remember the way, one thing became clear. No one was on this side of the castle. The place was ghostly and quiet until I came to the

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