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,”

got permission from Damian to return to his post.” Trey tells me.

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.

as I gripped the copper pipe. Minutes pass before I finally build

a happy dance looking at the window I escaped from, which was cut

glass window on the side door to see if anyone is in there. Finding no one, I twist the handle

and twist. The sound makes me jump 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 foot on the pedal. I push on it harder, still nothing, before I glance down to see what I was doing

remember seeing the driver once fiddling with it. I squeezed the button and moved it, forgetting my foot was on the 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 this? I growl, pulling it back again, only to hit the car

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

guards running in my direction, and I floor

points to the buttons on the door handle. I press them. The

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

“Azalea?”

I tell him. Dustin looks toward the guards. He waves them off. He clicks his tongue, walking beside

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

change my mind,” he says, and I jam on the