His Lost Lycan Luna

Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 73 – Kyson POV

Ivy kept trying to help, but I would just tuck her closer until, eventually, she gave up. Instead, she pressed against my chest, listening to my calling for her and only moving when I would move to the next. No one left until the last grave was cleaned. Only then did lvy let me scoop her up in my arms to take her back to our quarters.

“I will make her something to eat,” Clarice whispered as we walked up the hill through the cemetery. I nodded to her and listened to lvy hum the song that seemed to comfort her. Over the last few days, I heard her singing it or humming. She knew it word for word; she never got a word wrong. The Kingdom’s Anthem. Placing her in the room. I moved across to my old quarters, going into the space that was for Azalea before we never found her. My sister set it up for her in hopes we would find the missing child, yet we never did.

Moving to the dresser, I picked up the silver jewelry box and opened it. Removing the bracelet inside, I set it on the dresser before taking the small box back to the room, winding it up so Ivy could hear the song being played. Her song, the one she knew by heart.

When I walked into the room, she sat huddled by the fire, shivering despite her skin being burned. I sit behind her, pulling her against me, placing the box in her hands, and opening the lid. The music starts, and she looks up at me, her brows furrowing before recognizing the tempo matched the song she sang.

“Where did you get this?” she asked, peering inside the box.

“Azalea’s room,” I answered, and she gasped before trying to pass it back. I shake my head.

“You can have it,” I tell her.

“No, no, take it,” she says, placing it in my lap before rushing off. I sighed, rubbing a hand down my face before setting the box on the bookcase and going in search of her.

you give

won’t use it,” I tell her finding her crying under the clothes she had made a nest out of. I tried not to smile at

her, but she growls at me.

the bed; I am not sleeping on the floor,” I tell her, and she

I could feel her confusion at

she looks at the clothes she was shredding to bits before blushing,

for removing her from her makeshift den biting into my arm, making me chuckle. My laughter only enraged her as she bit me more brutally on the chest through my shirt which made me hiss at the sting. Her actions only amused me, knowing she was acting on instinct

showered, watching her while she bathed. By the time she got out, I could smell the food Clarice had placed in the room. We dressed quickly, and I had to lock the closet door to stop her from going

though I was surprised when she picked up raw meat, which I knew Clarice had made for me, seeing as I am Lycan and we

I had never seen Ivy once pick up raw meat. I watched her, finding it rather disturbing seeing a werewolf eat it; they were part human. Yet, more so than usual, she was acting out of sorts, making me wonder if the calling had some strange effect on her since I shoved her out of my life. Nevertheless, I said nothing, just glad she was eating. Now I just had to wait for her to fall asleep to heal her a bit. She wouldn’t let me touch her more than slight brushes or when I managed to force her to accept my touch. However, I figured it best not to

knocked on the door, I grabbed the now empty tray and walked over to the door, opening it and giving

I peered back at Ivy, who was attacking my pillow like it was a threat in her

taken aback, pulling a funny face before looking in the door toward the

into heat?” she asked though I could

Clarice doesn’t finish and