His Lost Lycan Luna (Kyson and Ivy)

Chapter 71

It took me a good few minutes to spot him kneeling behind a huge headstone. Wandering over to him, he looked up when my shadow cast over him.

“Ivy, I mean my Queen,” he said, baring his neck to me.

“Ivy is fine,” I tell him, and he lets out a breath.

“So can I help you with something?” he asked, and I shrugged, looking down at what he was doing. He was scrubbing and cleaning the headstones and removing the d**d flowers.

“Want some help?” I asked, and he chewed his lip before peering over the headstone and glancing at the castle. “Are you allowed?” He whispered, and I peered back over at the castle.

“Yes, I don’t see why not,” I shrugged.

“Well, I am nearly done with this row. If you grab another bucket and brush, you’ll also need a polishing rag,” he said, showing me his tucked into his belt. Nodding, I turned and walked back toward the castle.

“In the laundry room, Ivy,” he called, and I nodded, going in search of the cleaning supplies.

working in the laundry, but they said nothing or questioned me as I slipped back out with everything. Making my way back to Peter, he was in the next row and stood

do you want me?” I asked him,

are pretty old though and require more scrubbing, or there is the servant’s cemetery over there,” he said, pointing closest to the forest and castle. “Or the hunters and rebels’ victims are the ones nearest the river.”

“Hunters and rebels victims?”

werewolf she k****d the King’s sister and that um, the royal family, they live, yeah I don’t know hours out that-away, he said, pointing toward

rambled on to say, yet I was still stuck at the mention of my mother’s name. Did Peter not know why

asked, looking out at the

the hunters? Though most kills came from Marrissa, she would pretend to be a servant and then k**l everyone while they were sleeping. Most of

because my mother was

Lycan serial k****r

child out of her and mutilated her before stuffing her back

belonged to a woman kneeling down. I set to work. When I finished hers, I moved to the next

that it had the same last name as the woman’s grave beside it and that it was a child’s grave. 3 months old, the child was barely given a chance to live. My heart broke as l stared at the picture

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