His Lost Lycan Luna

His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 177

Book 2. His Found Lycan Luna. Chapter 52

Kyson POV

It took hours for her to wake up, and Damian went back to the castle to retrieve some clothes, so I wasn’t walking around in just a hospital gown. I had just walked back into the room to find that she was sitting up. I felt nothing through the bond to tell me she had woken, and I only stepped out a minute to change quickly. As she pinched the front of her gown, I watched her look inside before rubbing her thighs.

Her lips quivered, and she looked at her hands. Doc and I had cleaned her up, so she wasn’t soaked in blood, but the way she looked at her hands was like that was all she saw. Moving closer, her head lifted, and she looked at me. Her voice held no emotion, and I felt nothing through the bond at all, like the bond no longer existed.

“Did you feel it?” she asked, and my hand stopped beside her face as it reached toward her. I swallowed and stepped closer, cupping the back of her neck and messaging my fingers through her hair. Still, no reaction through the bond.

‘I could feel it, feel it leave me,” she whispered, staring vacantly at my chest.

“I know, love,” I whispered, and she sat frozen, staring off.

“How about we get you home?” I asked her, and once again she said nothing, didn’t move, not even blink. She was an empty shell, and I fought the urge to growl. I would kill him, but first, I needed to take care of her, but he would die for doing this to her once | found out why.

Azalea had no reaction when I picked her up, none at all. I took her home and set her in her nest, and she laid down.

Three days later

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She hadn’t gotten out of bed in three days, she hadn’t slept, and she hadn’t eaten. Doc came and checked her yesterday and said it was to be expected, and I was too frightened to leave her side since I still felt nothing through the bond. It was like she wasn’t there at all, yet she was because I was staring at her.

I brushed her hair back before trying to move her up the bed so she could rest on me, but she slid straight back down into her nest, burrowing back beneath the blankets as if they would somehow protect her from the world.

Sighing, I place the book down I was reading to her and wander off into the bathroom. I ran a bath. She needed to get moving, something. I would take anything at this point. Not even my calling roused any reaction from her. Even the mind link was blocked. I filled the bath with bubbles and lavender, it made me crinkle my nose, but I knew she liked the smell. Walking back out, I retrieved one of my shirts from the closet. She was still in the hospital gown, but I was determined to get her into something else. Hopefully, get her to eat or speak.

it to fill before shutting the water off. Stepping into the room, she was still in the same spot, and

legs, and she remains motionless while I wash her hair and clean her. We stayed in the water until it went cold, and I pulled her back out, drying her off and tugging my shirt over her head. Yet it angered me when she just rolled

soup for me to try and get her to eat, but she just rolled over. Reaching for my whiskey, I swig from the bottle. It was the only thing that kept me from losing my damn mind. The silence was killing me;

nest, pissed off with how it obscured her from me as she hid under the blankets when the bottle slipped from

only managed to tear apart the mattress. With a growl, I dropped onto the bed. I was about to mind-link Damian to ring Doc again when I felt movement on the bed

when I wasn’t in human form. I

my calling wash over her. She snuggled closer, and I sighed. Well, it was

and immediately she burrowed back down under blankets. The next few days, I came to notice she only came to me if I was shifted, and not in human form, so I had spent the majority of my time in this

she didn’t rebuild it like

raw meat and

She was dropping weight like crazy. This time I struggled as I was going to try to make her eat while in this form. The claws

to turn away from him. I stop and turn to look at

what?” I didn’t want to hear about Peter or theories right now. I only cared about Azalea. Peter was locked in the cells, and I

says. My brows furrow when I feel him open up the mind

growl,

me wonder if he was right. Yet I couldn’t live in

nick her arm by accident when I grab her, and I sigh, leaning down and licking the spot where I

a beef strip between my claws only to drop it. I growl, trying to pick the damn

what was on the plate, and despite me insisting she eats more, she wouldn’t. I set the plate aside and laid

It felt like all we did was

to hear her voice. Yet it was Trey talking to Abbie outside the doors that woke me. I jumped to my feet and saw that it was late in the afternoon, the sun slowly

I opened the door, I remembered she couldn’t because she was still under command. Abbie was asking Trey how she was, and Liam was nowhere to be seen, so I assume he and Trey swapped places guarding Peter. I expected his grandparents to come looking for him, but no one did, or if they did,

the window at the children playing on the hill. A brawl had started outside amongst some of the older children. She thrusts

separate the kids that were determined to get

he stops on the