His Lost Lycan Luna (Kyson and Ivy)

I bury my face in her neck, stealing a whiff of her scent.

“Why are you here?” she asks.

“To see you, why else? You haven’t been answering my calls, I tell her, placing her back on her feet. I stared down at her; she had lost weight, which should be impossible with how skinny she already was. Her pants rolled at her hips to hold them up looked four times bigger than her. Her white shirt, I could tell, was one of Kade’s. Her pants were also too long as she had those rolled too at her ankles. She glances down the driveway nervously, and I look behind me.

“Expecting someone?” I ask.

“Kade hasn’t been by for a couple of days. He said he was out of town, but” she pauses.

“But what?”

“Nothing, but sometimes this car comes and parks down the end. They never get out.” She shakes her head.

“Probably just paranoid,” she laughs.

“Coffee?” she asks, and I nod and turn back to my car, grabbing the bags out before following her inside. The porch creaked as I stepped on it, the wooden blanks bending under my weight. The door even hung weirdly as she opened it, having to lift it like the hinges were busted. Stepping inside, it was tiny. The kitchen, bedroom, and living room are all in one little room.

“Where is the bathroom?”

“There is an outhouse out the back,” she shrugs, turning the stove on before filling a camping kettle and placing it on the element. I stared around in disbelief at how he had his mate living. There wasn’t even a bed, just a fold-out couch that was neatly made. I sat on the edge of it. The springs groaned, and I could feel the metal bar beneath digging into my backside.

“You should come back with me,” I tell her.

again, Gannon, please,” Abbie whines, and l growl before remembering the bags clutched in my hands. I hold them out to her, and

table and looks inside them, and her eyes light up as she pulls out some sugar clouds. Those I had noticed were her favorite; she immediately opened the bag and grabbed one out. She offered me the bag, but I shook my head. I didn’t like sugary stuff; I only ever brought them for her when I took her in town once to grab supplies for Clarice and noticed

on special occasions when they could afford it. So I always

them in sugar. land chuckle before watching her go to the tiny fridge and open it. I growl when I see it is nearly empty, besides half a bottle of milk and a block of cheese. Getting up,

is there no

soon

she chews her lips nervously and looks out the window at

hunting your

promise, I didn’t k**l anything. I just took some bird eggs,” she gasped, confusing

“Bird eggs?” I scoff.

to k**l a rabbit, but I

have to. You are an Alpha’s

soon. It isn’t safe. He is having

know how stupid that sounds? You’re his f*****g luna, and

not safe,”

place would be by his side, don’t you think, not out here along the border where anyone could get you,” I argue,

errors, gullible and all made worse is he only has to show her the tiniest bit of what she perceives as a kindness because she has known none and believes wholeheartedly that is how it works, that she should trust blindly because he is

coming back with me,” I

mate, I can’t

f**k is he then, Abbie?” I yell at her trying to drag her toward

in my grip. “Gannon, stop,”