His Lost Lycan Luna

Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 99 – Liam smacked my chest, which is what woke me, and I was instantly alert as I saw the town limits as he drove in.

“Orphanage first,” I tell him, and he nods, heading straight for it. I leaned over into the back, tugging my jacket out of the bag. The morning air was a little chilly this morning. We pulled up out of the front of the building.

The place needed to be condemned, though someone had built a ramp for the old b***h to get in now that she would spend the rest of her life in a wheelchair. However, she wouldn’t have to worry about the future because hers ends today.

He pulls over to the curb, and I climb out of the car, shutting the door gently. No children were awake; lyrics could tell because no noise came from the place. So l knew that everyone was still tucked into their beds. l step over the small brick fence out the front and hear Liam open the trunk.

“Not needed here; there are children here,” I tell him.

“So what are we doing here, then?” he asks.

“Grabbing the old bat, getting a name and leaving,” I tell him, and he sighs but shuts the trunk. I continue to the door and knock, waiting to see if anyone answers. No one does, but it was only early, so I wouldn’t be surprised if Mrs. Daley was the only adult here. Walking around the back of the building, however. I found the back door unlocked and shook my head. Stepping inside, it was colder inside the orphanage than it was outside.

“F**k, it’s like the artic in here,” Liam snarls.

“I’m assuming she would no longer live upstairs,” I tell him, looking at the beaten spiral staircase.

grew wings and can now fly,”

was the sounds of banging around that alerted me to which one. It sounded like she fell out

me, we haven’t even touched her, and she already s**t herself,” Liam chuckled, and her head snapped u to look at us from where she was trapped beside her bed, her wheelchair overturned. Her

enough?” she

but I will make it quick. All I need is a name,” I tell her, gripping her shoulders while Liam turns the wheelchair upright. I

a nice cup of tea, love? You look rather parched. I make an

she says, flinching as she passes me when I hold

to the kitchen. Liam zips around the kitchen, and I shake my head. He liked the theatrics, and I know he was just easing her

the king order you to do to

finding an apron and putting it on before flicking the kettle on. “The children will be up any minute; I have to start making their breakfast soon,” she claims.

What use would you be in a

misery, so you answer honestly I will make it quick, you don’t,” Liam turns quickly, plunging a knife into her hand, his other hand clamping over

and glaring at her. She wheezed, her withered old face bright red as she stared at her hand, the knife all the way through

right, forgot,” Liam

he waves the knife in front of