His Lost Lycan Luna (Kyson and Ivy)

Pushing the door open, I pop my head out before wandering over to him. He instantly straightens. “Everything okay, my Queen,” he asks.

“Do you know where Alpha Kade’s pack is?” I want to post a parcel to Abbie.” I tell him.

“You want to post a parcel?” he asks. I nod, biting my lip. He takes the map from me.

“Ah yeah, here, but you need her address, not just the suburb. Do you know the address?” he asks me. I shake my head.

“You can use street view; I can show you if you want.”

“Street view?” I ask, having never heard of it before.

“On G****e, you type an address on the maps on the phone. You can pull up a street view of it. You would be able to see the Pack house,”

“The Phone has maps?” I ask him. He nods, holding his hand out for the phone.

“Yep, like a Navman, will even tell you how to get there, may I? I will show you,” He says. I glance at the phone in my hand before passing it to him. Trey fiddles with it before pulling up some apps, and maps pop up. He then types in the address and goes to some link, and I see a picture of the Pack house, which was a huge white mansion with fountains out the front.

“That’s where Abbie is?” I ask him.

is pretty cool, huh,” he laughs. I

Dustin told me he will be up soon. He got permission from Damian to return to his post.” Trey tells me. “I

the door before racing around. I grab a jacket before glancing at the door, being careful not to bump the phone and get out of the address. Stopping next to the door, I listen for any movement before going to the window. I push the window up and peer out into the setting sun. Looking at the side of the window, I tug on the vines to see if they would hold me before wondering what my chances of not breaking something were when I notice a drain pipe at the next window over. Closing this one, I move to the next. I chuck the

the copper pipe. Minutes pass before I finally build the courage to let the pipe take my weight. When the pipe doesn’t

window I escaped from, which was cut short when

one, I twist the handle and rush to a sleek-looking black car. Tugging

key on for too long. I duck behind the steering wheel, worried someone might hear. I sit up, putting my seatbelt on when no one comes. The car goes nowhere when I put my foot on the pedal. I push on

pedal, and the car flew backward and hit another vehicle behind me when I jammed my foot on the other pedal. “Whoops,” the alarm blares, and l panic, moving the stick thing again only for the car to jerk forward. How do people do

foot off the accelerator and slowly press it, and the car moves forward toward the open roller door. As I put my foot down, my heart lurched into my throat, and the car lurched forward. I take it off, easing it on and scraping the brick wall as l leave the garage. I clench my teeth at the noise. The phone person

shook as I moved out into the open to see guards running in my direction, and I floor it only to jam on

walking beside the car. He points to the buttons on the door handle. I press them. The roof opens up, and the

the worst getaway I have witnessed, also the slowest; I can walk faster,” He laughs, and I growl, ignoring him, the

“Azalea?”

the guards. He waves them off. He clicks his tongue,

Stop and move over. He would be home long before leaving the driveway at this speed,” He says,

change my mind,” he says,