His Lost Lycan Luna

Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 167 – Once there, I stopped, staring up at the building I once called home. The place should be condemned, yet the kids all stopped as I stepped over the little brick fence. Most recognized me and rushed over, trying to touch me and pull me to play with them.

“Ivy! Ivy!” they called, trying to get my attention. Katrina, hearing the commotion, rushed out the front doors, looking somewhat frazzled. “Katrina!” I gasped before moving my way through the kids. I smack into the front of her as her arms wrap around me.

“Oh, sweet girl,” she gushes, hugging me tightly. Katrina was the only one that was nice to Abbie and me. She holds me at arm’s length, checking me over. Her fingertips trailed over my shoulder, which was a little exposed.

The ends of the lash marks on my back poke out the top. She smiles sadly, tears brimming in her eyes, and she sniffles.

“How’s Abbie?” she asks.

“She is okay,” I tell her, and she nods and wipes her eyes.

“You look good, sweetie,” she says, hugging me again. One of the kid’s tugs on my shirt, and I pick him up.

“Hey, Jack,” I beamed at him. He played with my hair, tugging on it gently.

“Where is Abbie? She didn’t come to visit us?” He pouts. He was seven years old and was missing his two front teeth. His blonde hair is tied in a bun on his head.

“No, she couldn’t come,” I tell him, and he nods sadly. Katrina leads us inside and turns the kettle on.

“Kyson said you’re in charge now?” I tell her. She nods, and I look around the kitchen. It was the same. I started reaching for mugs and setting them out, and I could feel Kyson watching me. Katrina fussed, telling me not to help her, but I shoed her away, telling her to sit. She sighs and sits down heavily in a chair.

place is falling apart, and Dad is sick,

to help?” I

saying he hasn’t got the money to put in this place, I checked his finances for him the other week again and he has gambled everything,”

with your

bad, so she is no help, and

don’t know how you girls kept up with all the chores here either,”

choice,” I tell her,

“I’m sorry, Ivy,”

Kyson corrects her. Katrina could call me what she likes, but she nods her head. She was the only person here that was actually nice and tried

be, and it’s not

shake my head when one kid comes out and looks around. Tyson starts babbling. He had some disability that was never diagnosed because Mrs. Daley believed you could beat disobedience out of a child and saw

grunts and growling. “I never know what he is trying to say,” Katrina says as he squeezes his

wasn’t squishy. I clean it on my shirt and pass it to him. “Apple,” I tell her. Abbie and I learned distinct noises meant certain things to him.

a sigh, and

like the texture,” I tell her, and she quickly jumps up and grabs a notepad from the fridge. She jots it

l don’t think I could even if

week. I am hoping the Alpha will come over

she blushes, not looking happy about that. I click