His Lost Lycan Luna (Kyson and Ivy)

Gannon POV

Liam had to keep turning the music up. Mrs. Daley’s screams echoed around the basement. Eventually, her screams cut out completely, her body b****y and lifeless, having skinned the b***h alive. Oh, how I loved hearing them scream. Although I could have gone without the e******n, it gave me. Blood coated the stone floor red, the smell was pungent, and the place reeked of raw meat.

Washing my hands in the filthy sink, I dry them on a hessian bag I found sitting beside it before looking at the old hag’s pelt hanging up on a hook from the ceiling, admiring my handiwork. I headed for the stairs with a shrug. The rickety old steps creaked under my weight as I climbed them. Opening the door, I shake my head when I see Liam shaking his a*s and dancing to the music he had blaring loudly. Liam was still wearing his floral apron while doing the dishes.

Katrina comes into the kitchen with another pile of plates clutched in her hands, a tea towel draped over her shoulder. She gives me a wary look. She hesitates for a second, then hurries past me toward the small kitchen. I watch as she sets the plates on the bench beside Liam. He grabs her hand and twirls her around before pulling her to dance with him, tugging her body flush against his.

Only then does he spot me standing by the basement door. He smirks, letting her go before letting her go and drying his hands on the apron.

“About time; I thought you were trying on Mrs. Daley and wearing her skin as a suit with how long you were taking,” Liam laughs. Katrina stares wide-eyed at me, turning my head to look at her, and she hastily looks away.

Liam undoes his apron and sets it on the counter before pecking Katrina on the cheek. “Be seeing you later, Dollface,” he says, sending her a wink. I shake my head as he walks towards me when he stops at the door leading out to the hall. “On second thought.” He turns back and snatches the apron off the counter.

head. I was pretty sure she would give him her kidney if it meant he would get away from her. Probably even cut

looks better on me anyway,” he says, chucking it over his shoulder and

asks me when

to dry, just let her air out for a bit,” I tell her, following Liam back through the place. I stop

have someone I want you both to meet,” I tell them. Oliver rests his

and he chewed his lip

Liam and stepping over

This isn’t your pack, and we were called here about a

lower on the food chain. So I suggest you move along before you meet the real

the King never informed either of us that you would be showing up; if we had known, we would

them both. I open the driver’s door, and Liam tosses me the keys, and l