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

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

I lock the door before 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. Closing this one, I move to the

heart pumped frantically as I 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

the window I escaped from, which was cut short

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

the steering wheel, worried someone might hear. I sit up, putting my seatbelt on when no one comes. The car goes nowhere when I put my foot on the pedal. I push on it harder, still nothing, before I glance down to see what I was doing wrong and find something strange between 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?

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

out into the open to see guards running in my direction, and I floor it only to jam on the brake, trying to

and see Dustin walking beside the car. He points to the buttons on the door handle. I press them. The roof opens up, and the window rolls down as I frantically jabbed

the slowest; I can walk faster,” He laughs, and I growl, ignoring him,

“Azalea?”

I tell him. Dustin looks toward the guards. He waves

me, anyway. Stop and move over. He would be home

my mind,” he says, and I jam