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.

pretty cool, huh,”

Dustin told me he will be up soon. He got permission from Damian to return

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.

sit on the edge of the windowsill. I gulp, looking at the drop. My hands shook as I gripped the copper pipe. Minutes pass before I finally build the courage to let the pipe take my weight. When the pipe doesn’t pull away, I sigh before slowly descending it until I get a safe enough

at the window I escaped from, which was cut short when I heard a guard’s voice and raced around the corner

but I thought it was a d**d end. Making my way to the garage behind the stables. I peer in the glass window on the side door to see if anyone is in there. Finding no one, I twist the

when it makes a weird noise from holding the 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

jammed my foot on the other pedal. “Whoops,” the alarm blares, and l panic, moving

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

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

and see Dustin walking beside the car. He points to the buttons on the door handle. I press them. The

can

“Azalea?”

I tell him. Dustin looks toward the guards. He waves them

going to k**l me, anyway. Stop and move over. He would be home long before leaving the driveway at this speed,” He says, and I look

I change my mind,” he says,