His Lost Lycan Luna

Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 115 – Pushing the door open, I pop my head out before wandering over to him. He instantly straightens. “Everything okay, my Queen,” he asks.

“Do you know where Alpha Kade’s pack is?” I want to post a parcel to Abbie.” I tell him.

“You want to post a parcel?” he asks. I nod, biting my lip. He takes the map from me.

“Ah yeah, here, but you need her address, not just the suburb. Do you know the address?” he asks me. I shake my head.

“You can use street view; I can show you if you want.”

“Street view?” I ask, having never heard of it before.

“On G****e, you type an address on the maps on the phone. You can pull up a street view of it. You would be able to see the Pack house,”

“The Phone has maps?” I ask him. He nods, holding his hand out for the phone.

“Yep, like a Navman, will even tell you how to get there, may I? I will show you,” He says. I glance at the phone in my hand before passing it to him. Trey fiddles with it before pulling up some apps, and maps pop up. He then types in the address and goes to some link, and I see a picture of the Pack house, which was a huge white mansion with fountains out the front.

“That’s where Abbie is?” I ask him.

huh,” he laughs.

told me he will be up soon. He got permission from Damian to return to his post.” Trey tells

around. I grab a jacket before glancing at the door, being careful not to bump the phone and get out of the address. Stopping next to the door, I listen for any movement before going to the window. I push the window up and peer out into the setting sun. Looking at the side of the window, I tug on the vines to see if they would hold me before wondering what my

pulled myself to sit on the edge of the windowsill. I gulp, looking at the drop. My hands shook as I gripped the copper pipe. Minutes pass before I finally build the courage to let the pipe take my weight. When the pipe

safely, I did a happy dance looking at the window I escaped from, which was cut short when I heard a guard’s voice

the road Trey mentioned, but I thought it was a d**d end. Making my way to the garage behind the stables. I peer in the glass window on the side door to see if anyone is in there. Finding no one, I twist the handle and rush to a sleek-looking black car. Tugging the handle, I am relieved to

figure out where the key went. Finding the ignition, I jam the key in and twist. The sound makes me jump when it makes a weird noise from holding the key on for too long. I duck behind the steering wheel, worried someone might hear. I sit up, putting my seatbelt on

backward and hit another vehicle behind me when I jammed my foot on the other pedal. “Whoops,” the alarm blares, and l panic, moving the stick thing again only

open roller door. As I put my foot down, my heart lurched into my throat, and the car lurched forward. I take it off, easing it on and scraping the brick wall as l leave the garage. I clench my teeth at the noise. The phone person tells me I am off route and to move back to a road

to see guards running in my direction, and

points to the buttons on the door handle. I press them. The roof opens

to be the worst getaway I have witnessed, also the slowest; I can walk

“Azalea?”

him. Dustin looks toward the guards. He waves them off.

be home

my mind,” he