His Lost Lycan Luna (Kyson and Ivy)

His little arm had a bruise, and he cried when I grabbed him like he thought I was about to hurt him. “Shh, shh. What’s your name?” I asked him, yet he eyed Mrs. Daley, clearly petrified of the woman. He was all skin and bone, his big brown eyes had no light, his cheeks hollow and his eyes sunken in, his curly black hair sat on his shoulders and was matted and knotted.

“He doesn’t talk,” little Kimmy says, coming back out in her d***y pajamas. She would be about nine and one of the oldest ones here, which I thought was strange, however seeing a rogue child was more bizarre, and l had a feeling it was just for show in case the King stopped by, but one thing was apparent none of these children were cared for properly, and that really ground my gears.

“Like he can’t, or he doesn’t know how?” I ask her. She shrugs, and her eyes dart to Mrs. Daley. It was clear she was scared of the woman.

“Mrs. Daley is leaving today; she is retiring. You can speak freely; she won’t hurt you,” I tell Kimmy. She bites her lip before scratching the back of her matted blonde hair.

“I heard Mrs. Daley fighting with Katrina. Katrina wanted to take him and his brother; Mrs. Daley wouldn’t let her.”

“He has a brother?”

“Had; we haven’t seen him for two days. He bit Mrs. Daley when she smacked Oliver,” Kimmy says, pointing to the boy in my arms.

“His name is Oliver?” Kimmy nods.

“The brother’s name?”

“Logan, sir,” she says, and I nod.

“And what about Katrina? Does she hurt you?” Kimmy shakes her head, and she looks at Mrs. Daley nervously, who stares ahead, looking out the window above the sink vacantly. She knew she had fucked up.

butcher hurt Katrina for sticking up for them.

you find him some clothes and socks for Oliver?” I tell her, and she nods, holding her arms out for

“Where is his brother?”

bit me like a savage,” she

at her

him. We don’t like child abusers, but you already know that.” Liam warns her,

outside,” I growl, storming outside in search of it before finding it behind the shed. I could hear whimpering when I approached the wooden door. Pushing it open, I found the boy inside a cage underneath the bench next to the washer. Anger coursed through me as I bent down and snapped the lock. He looked to be about Kimmy’s

you?” the boy shakes his head, moving to the back of the

am here

help my brother,” he whimpers, cringing away when I break the front door off. And opened the

won’t hurt you, and I won’t let them hurt you.” I tell him while taking

she tried

couldn’t have. She wouldn’t have

says as

come inside where it is warm; Liam is inside. You will like Liam; he is making pancakes,” I tell

“How old are you?”

scooping him up.

I ask,

more flour,” Liam says,

Logan to the living room before wrapping the surrounding blanket from the couch around him. I