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.

head. I tugged on my seatbelt, trying to unclip it. I tried to open my door, but it was crushed from the roof,

myself forward, my fingers slipping off the leather fabric made slippery

getting in my mouth and filling my left eye. I blink,

footwell was no longer there as the dash wash pushed right into the chair. My knee brushed something that sent shooting pain through my abdomen. Falling in the

left it in. Grabbing Dustin’s head, I tilt it back, and he groans, his shoulders drop, his

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 of

says before groaning when he tries to unpin himself. My head pounded, and my eyes pulsed in my head to their own beat. My vision blurred as

lights, and I gasped.

trying to pull

she is,” I tell him, and he tries to grab my arm as I turn in

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 enormous