His Lost Lycan Luna

His Lost Lycan Luna By Jessica Hall Chapter 71

Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 71 – It took me a good few minutes to spot him kneeling behind a huge headstone. Wandering over to him, he looked up when my shadow cast over him.

“Ivy, I mean my Queen,” he said, baring his neck to me.

“Ivy is fine,” I tell him, and he lets out a breath.

“So can I help you with something?” he asked, and I shrugged, looking down at what he was doing. He was scrubbing and cleaning the headstones and removing the d**d flowers.

“Want some help?” I asked, and he chewed his lip before peering over the headstone and glancing at the castle. “Are you allowed?” He whispered, and I peered back over at the castle.

“Yes, I don’t see why not,” I shrugged.

“Well, I am nearly done with this row. If you grab another bucket and brush, you’ll also need a polishing rag,” he said, showing me his tucked into his belt. Nodding, I turned and walked back toward the castle.

“In the laundry room, Ivy,” he called, and I nodded, going in search of the cleaning supplies.

earned a few strange stares from those working in the laundry, but they said nothing or questioned me as I slipped back

do you want me?” I asked

are pretty old though and require more scrubbing, or there is the servant’s cemetery over there,” he

“Hunters and rebels victims?”

by rebel leaders Marrissa and Darclay, Marissa was a rogue werewolf she k****d the King’s sister and that um, the royal family, they live, yeah I don’t know hours out that-away, he

to say, yet I was still stuck at the

many are there?” I asked, looking out at

would pretend to be a servant and then k**l everyone while they were sleeping. Most of those are from her, about 211 last time

been lost, and because my mother was behind it all, I was sick

she was the worst Lycan serial k****r

child out of her and mutilated her before stuffing her back

then turned back to the grave he was cleaning and made my way to the back. The first grave l came to belonged to a woman kneeling down. I set to work. When I finished hers, I moved to the next and looked across the rows; the weight of what my mother had done settled heavily on my

as the woman’s grave beside it and that it was a child’s grave. 3 months old, the child was barely

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