His Lost Lycan Luna

Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 101 – His little arm had a bruise, and he cried when I grabbed him like he thought I was about to hurt him. “Shh, shh. What’s your name?” I asked him, yet he eyed Mrs. Daley, clearly petrified of the woman. He was all skin and bone, his big brown eyes had no light, his cheeks hollow and his eyes sunken in, his curly black hair sat on his shoulders and was matted and knotted.

“He doesn’t talk,” little Kimmy says, coming back out in her d***y pajamas. She would be about nine and one of the oldest ones here, which I thought was strange, however seeing a rogue child was more bizarre, and l had a feeling it was just for show in case the King stopped by, but one thing was apparent none of these children were cared for properly, and that really ground my gears.

“Like he can’t, or he doesn’t know how?” I ask her. She shrugs, and her eyes dart to Mrs. Daley. It was clear she was scared of the woman.

“Mrs. Daley is leaving today; she is retiring. You can speak freely; she won’t hurt you,” I tell Kimmy. She bites her lip before scratching the back of her matted blonde hair.

“I heard Mrs. Daley fighting with Katrina. Katrina wanted to take him and his brother; Mrs. Daley wouldn’t let her.”

“He has a brother?”

“Had; we haven’t seen him for two days. He bit Mrs. Daley when she smacked Oliver,” Kimmy says, pointing to the boy in my arms.

“His name is Oliver?” Kimmy nods.

“The brother’s name?”

“Logan, sir,” she says, and I nod.

“And what about Katrina? Does she hurt you?” Kimmy shakes her head, and she looks at Mrs. Daley nervously, who stares ahead, looking out the window above the sink vacantly. She knew she had fucked up.

Katrina for sticking up for them. He broke her arm,

nods, holding her arms out for him. He goes to her, and she takes him upstairs while I turn Mrs. Daley’s

“Where is his brother?”

kid is a menace; he bit me

is the boy?” I snarl, and Liam glares at her before twisting

don’t like child abusers, but you

whimpering when I approached the wooden door. Pushing it open, I found the boy inside a cage underneath the bench next to the washer. Anger coursed through me as I bent down and snapped the lock. He looked to be about Kimmy’s age, though he was freezing cold and bruised and

boy shakes his head,

I am here to help,” I tell

whimpers, cringing away when I break the front door off. And opened

here, did Katrina? I won’t hurt you, and I won’t let them hurt you.” I tell him while taking my jacket off. I drape it over his

she tried

Daley couldn’t have. She

says as he stares

you and your brother are coming home with me; I won’t hurt you, but I need you to come inside where it is warm; Liam is inside. You will like Liam; he is making pancakes,” I tell him. He hesitates before dropping

“How old are you?”

scooping him up. I carry him

ask, noticing her wheelchair

get more flour,” Liam says, winking at

surrounding blanket from the couch around him. I then went