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.

I needed, I earned a few strange stares from those working in the laundry, but they said nothing or questioned me as I slipped back out with everything. Making my way back to Peter, he was

you want me?” I asked him, and he looked

the servant’s cemetery over there,” he said, pointing closest to the forest and castle. “Or the hunters and

“Hunters and rebels victims?”

sister and that um, the

stuck at the mention of my mother’s name. Did Peter not know why

there?” I asked, looking out at

she 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 I counted,” he

those lives had been lost, and because my mother was

she was the worst Lycan serial k****r in history,” Peter said

and Marrissa cut her unborn child out of her and mutilated her before stuffing her back in her womb. Well, that’s what I heard anyway from Trey; he is one of the guards,” he says, making me

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 her own people. After turning back to the grave in front of me, I noticed that it had the same last name as the woman’s grave beside it and that it was a child’s grave. 3 months old, the child was barely given a chance to live. My heart broke as

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