His Lost Lycan Luna

Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 122 – “Can I help you, sir?” I hear him ask before hearing Kade’s voice.

“I’m looking for a girl. Abbie, come out. This human won’t save you from me,” Kade’s voice growls.

“Sir, I have not seen a girl,” I hear the man say.

“I can smell her. Now come out, Abbie, before I k**l this man,” I hear Kade growl out. I s*****w, listening intently before hearing Abbie scream and loud banging and grunts. A furious growl tears out of Kade, and my heart sinks to my stomach, and I place the phone to my ear, and the phone goes d**d. “Abbie?” Yet all I got was the dial tone.

Dustin floors it, driving faster toward the town, when suddenly, he screams at the cars swerving off the road. It was like time slowed right down. My eyes widened when Dustin tensed and clutched his head. My gasp sounded so loud as we hit the gravel and the side rail.

The car becomes airborne as it bounces off the guardrail and flies through the air toward the forest. Dustin turns his head to look at me. A horrified look on his face as the car careens over the side rail, turning upside down in the air. Dustin’s eyes were glazed over, and I could see someone had mind-linked him, causing the accident.

The sound of metal on metal as the car flipped and smashed into trees, rolling down the hill. My stomach lurched to my throat, and I was tossed around like a rag doll in the back seat, the windows smashing out and the noise was so loud. The crunching of metal and breaking windows rang out into the night as the car bounced off the tree.

knocked out. Blood dripped from his head. I tugged on my seatbelt, trying

the back of the front seat headrest, pulling myself forward, my fingers slipping off the leather fabric made slippery with my

my left eye. I blink, wiping my face with the

as the dash wash pushed right into the chair. My knee brushed something that sent shooting

when I try to pull it out before choking on a sob and deciding to leave it. I touch my back to find it went through, so it’s probably best I left it in. Grabbing Dustin’s head, I tilt it back, and he groans, his shoulders drop, his head falling forward when I let him go before it snaps upright. Dustin looks around at me frantically, twisting in his seat. Dustin clutched my arms before looking down at

with blood. Dustin looks around. “The King ordered me to stop,” he says, clutching his head. He tried to open his door, but it was stuck against the tree. I gasped in pain, and Dustin tried to pull his legs out from under the steering wheel, which was pressed to his stomach. The whole front end

in my head to their own beat.

was town lights, and I gasped.

no,” Dustin hisses, trying

tell him, and he tries to grab

on their way,” Dustin tells me. I shook my head, looking at him, but he looked fine despite being a little banged up and trapped. Abbie was right down there; I could just make out the service station’s