His Lost Lycan Luna

Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 83 – “Make it stop, make it stop,” she cried before she screamed, and I heard her back cracking. Gripping her arms, I yanked her on top of me. Her skin was so hot she was burning me. Her feet scratched down my legs.

“Ivy, let me help,” I told her, and she screamed, her spine breaking and realigning under my palms. I tug her shirt off. Ivy pants, her nails digging into my chest, and I feel her feet changing, her toenails turning to claws as they raked down my flesh, tearing me to pieces.

“Ivy, let me help,” she writhes but nods her head, and l flood her with the calling just as her fingers break, her claws sinking deeply into my chest like hooks. My blood runs down my side. At this rate, she would bleed me out if I remained in this flimsy skinsuit. The sound of her femur breaking and her scream would always haunt me.

I turn her head so her ear is flat against my chest so she can listen to my heartbeat and feel the vibration of the calling; she calms some but was still in agony when her claws dig in deeper, and I could feel them grating across bone, they were in that deep. Pulling her hands off my chest, her claws slip out.

Longer than a werewolf’s claws and about three inches long. Blood gushed out of me where she got me, so I shifted beneath her, my bones breaking quickly and just in time before she clenched her hands, her claws raking down my chest, only this skin was more durable. My hand moved up and down her back as I tried to calm her down when the door opened. I knew everyone was worried; her screams were deafening.

shift was going back and forth, prolonging her transformation, and I

using my temperature to bring hers down as l absorbed what I

kl me,” she begged, and

just k**l me,”

be quick,” I tell her as her spine ridges against my hand and her legs lengthen, her feet touching mine, fur sprouting along her naked flesh as she sobbed. “Make it stop,” she cried, and I clutched her face in my hands, tilting her face up toward mine. I gasp at the sight of her eyes. There was no doubt she

make it stop, love,” I tell her as tears spill down her cheeks. I couldn’t let

her lips. “Shift!” I command. Her lips part, and her face reddens as if

scream chilled me to the bone, but within seconds, she was lying on my chest, only she wasn’t Ivy. Her fur was a deep gray; it was almost blue, and

eyes bleed black. Ivy turned her head to look at