His Lost Lycan Luna (Kyson and Ivy)

Ivy POV

Abbie and I got changed and showered before she had to leave to speak with King about the arrangements made for her to leave. She squeezed me tight before she left and said. “Don’t be late,” before pecking my cheek.

I had been pacing ever since then, even when the servant brought my food up for dinner, I was much too nervous to eat it. Going to the cupboard I pulled on some warmer clothes and looked for some flat shoes I could run easily in. Moving toward the door, I cracked it open before fishing the small key out of my pocket. I had no idea how she got it and shook my head at how much trouble she would have got in if she had been caught. I dumped my food in the bin as I moved into the kitchen. A few kitchen staff lingered cleaning up but paid no attention to me as I moved around the kitchen, all too busy with the end-of-day tasks. I quickly retrieved a glass and poured a drink of water which was a terrible mistake because the moment I drank it, nerves got worse making me need to pee.

I wasted more time having to run to the servant’s bathroom to quickly pee before walking back to the kitchens. Thankfully though the kitchen staff had left to eat their own dinner and I snuck out the back door into the laundry room. I rushed past all the shelves and the huge washers and dryers to the back door. Key in hand, I placed it in the lock before twisting it. A sigh of relief left me when I pulled the door open. The wind had picked up a little and the sky wasn’t too overcast yet with the approaching storm. I slipped out carefully closing the door and then darted for cover under the fruit trees. I raced along them using them for cover, having to stop a few times until guards turned away before rushing over the hill and down through the graveyard to the river that ran along the back of the castle grounds.

was far enough away from the castle. I made sure to keep an eye on the time as I jogged along the river heading west as Abbie had said. Finally, I was going to be free, free of the castle, free of my mate, and free of the bond. No more of the

me, I checked the time once again.

clutching my knees, I try to catch my breath. I had been running for almost half an hour now and was already worn out. The Chill of the night

legs were sore yet I pushed to keep going, determined to find the spot her mate told her to tell me. Once the sun disappeared completely, worry bubbled

in every direction with every noise or break of twig I heard. Slowing slightly, I squinted into the distance and could just make out the bridge he

water I was far too exposed. With that knowledge, I took off for the treeline, deciding to stay as near to the edge of