His Lost Lycan Luna (Kyson and Ivy)

Chapter 74

Ivy POV

It was early in the morning when I slipped out without the King waking; I had shut off his alarm when I woke before deciding to help Clarice in the kitchens; I looked over at Peter, the stable hand boy, as he came in. He stopped by the counter and leaned on it. Peter was only young, with a mop of curly hair. He kept shoving his fringe out of his eyes.

“Clarice, is Gannon or Dustin around? I need help to move the barrels from the shed into the barn.” Peter asked.

“Barrels?” Clarice asked questionably, and Peter sighed.

“Yeah, the empty wine barrels. Jamie wants me to cut them in half so he can make garden beds out of them, but I need to cut them and paint them for him,” he said with a huff, clearly not enjoying being given extra chores by the gardener.

“Do it in the shed,” Clarice tells him with a shrug.

“Can’t, there is not enough room; it’s full with the furniture from the east wing,” he whined.

for them.

constantly bored and

will pitch a fit if he finds you

Peter,” I tell her, and Peter’s eyes lit up

his mind if you get hurt,” Clarice said, grabbing

deal with the b****y King if needed,” I growled before

in trouble” Peter

I knew the King was asleep still, so I didn’t have to worry about him sending

hours passed, and we managed to create enough room to drag the old wine barrels out, then we re-stacked the shed, making it more accessible in the future. I watched as Peter cut the wine barrels with a chainsaw. Peter wouldn’t let me try because he

when I heard a loud squawking distance, which caused me to look toward the pier that extended over the lake. The only thing I saw moving was something flapping, so l suspected it was a bird. Stepping cautiously onto the wooden dock I crept to the end, wary of the deep

so I could pull it closer. The bird seemed to be caught in some netting or something. When the creature shrieked and flapped its

grasping the feathers of the back end when my weight and angle overbalanced me, and I screamed, tumbling into the blackened water. While I kicked and flailed, trying to reach the surface and reach for the wooden pier, I tangled myself in the mesh netting that the

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