His Lost Lycan Luna

Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 74 – Ivy POV

It was early in the morning when I slipped out without the King waking; I had shut off his alarm when I woke before deciding to help Clarice in the kitchens; I looked over at Peter, the stable hand boy, as he came in. He stopped by the counter and leaned on it. Peter was only young, with a mop of curly hair. He kept shoving his fringe out of his eyes.

“Clarice, is Gannon or Dustin around? I need help to move the barrels from the shed into the barn.” Peter asked.

“Barrels?” Clarice asked questionably, and Peter sighed.

“Yeah, the empty wine barrels. Jamie wants me to cut them in half so he can make garden beds out of them, but I need to cut them and paint them for him,” he said with a huff, clearly not enjoying being given extra chores by the gardener.

“Do it in the shed,” Clarice tells him with a shrug.

“Can’t, there is not enough room; it’s full with the furniture from the east wing,” he whined.

you will have to go look for them. I do not know where either

was constantly bored and still hadn’t forgiven the King for marking me or healing me while I slept. I also hated that he used the calling on me to force me to submit

he finds

am helping Peter,” I tell her, and Peter’s eyes lit up at the offer

his mind if you get hurt,” Clarice said, grabbing my hand

the b****y King if needed,” I growled before grabbing Peter’s arm and tugging him

you sure, my Queen? I don’t want to get in trouble” Peter said nervously as he worried his

through the castle. I knew the King was asleep still, so I didn’t have to

enough room to drag the old wine barrels out, then we re-stacked the shed, making it more accessible in the future. I watched as Peter cut the

headed up to see the gardener so he could let him know that we were just waiting for the paint to dry when I heard a loud squawking distance, which caused me to look toward the pier that extended over the lake. The only thing I saw moving was something flapping, so l suspected it was a bird. Stepping cautiously onto the

from the poor thing, I began calling out to Peter, but he was nowhere to be found. In a kneeling position, I held onto the wooden pier as I tried to grab the swan by its long neck, so I could pull it closer. The bird seemed to be caught in some netting or something. When the creature shrieked and flapped its wings as it tried to free itself, my fingertips grazed the surface of its face. As

and angle overbalanced me, and I screamed, tumbling into the blackened water. While I kicked