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. I

be up soon. He got permission from Damian to return to his post.” Trey tells me. “I hope he slept.” I murmured to

racing 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 chances of not breaking something were when I notice a drain pipe at the next window over.

gripped the copper pipe. Minutes pass before I finally build the courage to let the pipe take my weight. When the pipe doesn’t pull away, I

dance looking at the window I escaped from, which was cut short when I heard a guard’s voice and raced around 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

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 when no one comes. The car goes nowhere when

foot on the other pedal. “Whoops,” the alarm blares, and l panic, moving the stick thing again only for the car to jerk forward. How do people do this? I growl, pulling it back again, only to

and the car moves forward toward the 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

direction,

a tap on the window, I jump and see Dustin walking beside the car. He points to the buttons on the door handle. I press them. The roof

worst getaway I have witnessed, also the slowest; I can walk faster,” He

“Azalea?”

am going to get Abbie!” I tell him. Dustin looks toward the guards. He waves

move over. He would be home

mind,” he says, and I jam on