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.

will have to go look for them.

potatoes, saying I shouldn’t even be helping. However, with Abbie gone, I 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

will pitch a fit if he

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

mind if you

fine, Clarice; I will deal with the b****y King if needed,” I growled before grabbing Peter’s arm and

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

outside anyway, sick of watching people work and not letting me help,” I tell him, dragging him through the castle. I knew the King was asleep

making it more accessible in the future. I watched as Peter cut the wine barrels with a chainsaw. Peter wouldn’t let me try because he was too worried the King would be angered if he found out, so I watched. He did, however, let

so l suspected it was a bird. Stepping cautiously onto the wooden dock I crept to the end, wary of the deep

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,

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