His Lost Lycan Luna (Jessica Hall)

Chapter 177

 

His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 177
Book 2. His Found Lycan Luna. Chapter 52
Kyson POV
It took hours for her to wake up, and Damian went back to the castle to retrieve some clothes, so I wasn’t walking around in just a hospital gown. I had just walked back into the room to find that she was sitting up. I felt nothing through the bond to tell me she had woken, and I only stepped out a minute to change quickly. As she pinched the front of her gown, I watched her look inside before rubbing her thighs.

 

Her lips quivered, and she looked at her hands. Doc and I had cleaned her up, so she wasn’t soaked in blood, but the way she looked at her hands was like that was all she saw. Moving closer, her head lifted, and she looked at me. Her voice held no emotion, and I felt nothing through the bond at all, like the bond no longer existed.
“Did you feel it?” she asked, and my hand stopped beside her face as it reached toward her. I swallowed and stepped closer, cupping the back of her neck and messaging my fingers through her hair. Still, no reaction through the bond.

 


‘I could feel it, feel it leave me,” she whispered, staring vacantly at my chest.
“I know, love,” I whispered, and she sat frozen, staring off.
“How about we get you home?” I asked her, and once again she said nothing, didn’t move, not even blink. She was an empty shell, and I fought the urge to growl. I would kill him, but first, I needed to take care of her, but he would die for doing this to her once | found out why.
Azalea had no reaction when I picked her up, none at all. I took her home and set her in her nest, and she laid down.
Three days later
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She hadn’t gotten out of bed in three days, she hadn’t slept, and she hadn’t eaten. Doc came and checked her yesterday and said it was to be expected, and I was too frightened to leave her side since I still felt nothing through the bond. It was like she wasn’t there at all, yet she was because I was staring at her.
I brushed her hair back before trying to move her up the bed so she could rest on me, but she slid straight back down into her nest, burrowing back beneath the blankets as if they would somehow protect her from the world.


Sighing, I place the book down I was reading to her and wander off into the bathroom. I ran a bath. She needed to get moving, something. I would take anything at this point. Not even my calling roused any reaction from her. Even the mind link was blocked. I filled the bath with bubbles and lavender, it made me crinkle my nose, but I knew she liked the smell. Walking back out, I retrieved one of my shirts from the closet. She was still in the hospital gown, but I was determined to get her into something else. Hopefully, get her to eat or speak.

shutting the water off. Stepping into the room, she was still in the same spot, and I had to

 

her head. Yet it angered me when she just rolled back into her nest that had no order. Clarice had sent up soup for me to try and get her to eat, but she just rolled over. Reaching for my whiskey, I swig from the bottle. It was the only thing that kept me from losing my damn mind. The silence was killing me; not feeling anything through the bond was lonely. I just wanted a reaction.

 

a growl, I dropped onto the bed. I was about to mind-link Damian to ring Doc again when I felt movement on the bed before feeling her hand run across my fur to my chest before she laid her head on my chest. Astonished, I stared at her. It was the first time she had moved toward me, and, of course, it had to be when I wasn’t in human form. I was tempted to change back, but I didn’t want her to

and sniffed her hair. I let my calling wash over her. She snuggled closer, and I sighed. Well, it was something; guess When she woke a few hours later, I shifted back, and immediately she burrowed back down under blankets. The next few days, I came to notice she only came to me if I was shifted, and not in human form, so I had spent the majority of my time in this state. Hearing a knock on the door, I moved off the bed. Azalea had helped me fix her nest today; we changed the sheets and

 

me in my Lycan form. “I was thinking,” he said as I went to turn away from him. I stop and turn to look at him. “About what?” I didn’t want to hear about Peter or theories

can’t mate with her,” Liam says, and I growl, looking back at the bed before

“Something to think about,” Liam says, and I nod, making me wonder if he was right. Yet I couldn’t live in this form. I missed wearing clothes and using my hands properly. Claws and buttons don’t mix.
Liam walks out, and I move toward the bed and sit on it before propping her up on pillows, so she is sitting up. My claws nick her arm by accident when I grab her, and I sigh, leaning down and licking the spot where I broke the skin. I watch it heal.
“Sorry,” I tell her, and she just stares at me, but she doesn’t even flinch. I pinch a beef strip between my claws only to drop it. I growl, trying to pick the damn thing up again, only to drop it again when she moves to pick it up herself.

was sleep and read. It felt wrong. I wanted to hear her voice. Yet it was Trey talking to Abbie outside the doors that woke me. I jumped to my feet and saw that it was late in the afternoon, the sun slowly going down out the windows. I could see the kids

hair when I opened the door just as she gasped, peering out the window at the children playing on the hill. A brawl had started outside amongst some of the older children. She thrusts Tyson at Trey, rushing down the steps to break it up. I watched from the window while Trey held Tyson. “Maybe go help her,” I suggest seeing her and Clarice both struggling to separate the kids that were determined to get the last hit in. Trey sighs, passing Tyson to me

call, and he stops on the

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