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.

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

let me do anything to help besides peel potatoes, saying I shouldn’t even be helping. However, with Abbie gone, I was constantly bored and

will pitch a fit if he finds you in the stables working,” Clarice

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

you get

needed,” I growled before

Queen? I don’t want to get in trouble” Peter

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

cut the wine barrels with a chainsaw. Peter wouldn’t let me try because he was too worried the King would be

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 wooden dock I crept to the end, wary of the deep blackened water. Upon reaching the end, I saw a Swan flapping his wings frantically and squawking in the water as he tried to fly away. But, he appeared to be caught in something as he tried 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

me, and I screamed, tumbling into the blackened water. While I kicked and flailed, trying to reach the