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.

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

were her favorite; she immediately opened the bag and grabbed one out. She offered me the bag, but I shook my

also when I found out she only had candy before her parents died and only on special occasions when they could afford it. So I always made sure I had a neverending stockpile on

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 food here,”

soon

chews her lips nervously and looks out

hunting your

bird eggs,”

“Bird eggs?” I scoff.

I couldn’t

Abbie. My point is you shouldn’t have to. You are an Alpha’s mate, not some

It isn’t safe. He is having issues with a neighboring pack,” she stammers, turning back to her kettle that started

stupid that sounds? You’re his f*****g luna, and he has you

not safe,” she defends

would be by his side, don’t you think, not out here along the border where anyone could get you,” I argue, but she had every excuse under the

made she-wolves blind to their mate’s errors, gullible and all made worse is he only has to show her the tiniest bit of what she perceives

coming back with me,”

have a mate, I can’t just leave. He

is he then, Abbie?” I yell at

in my grip. “Gannon, stop,” she says before she