His Lost Lycan Luna

Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 203 – Upon entering the room, I find him sitting on the floor at the side of his bed, holding a picture of his sister in his hands as he stares into the distance. Taking a look at the guard that followed, I shook my head before closing the door and turning around and approaching him.

His anger had forced him to shift, yet now all I felt through the bond was immense sadness. Soul-crushing pain coursed through the bond and inward pent-up rage. All my anger over our tiff left when l looked at him. His eyes are fixed on me for a moment before he looks down at the photo in his hands.

“This picture was taken a week before she was k****d,” he murmurs as I make my way over to him. I stop beside him when he opens his arms, and I move to sit on his lap.

“She was going to name her son after our father. They decided on Valor. That was my father’s name,” Kyson tells me, and I take the photo from his hands and look at it.

“You and Claire were close,” I state, and he nods, burying his face in my neck and inhaling my scent.

“She was my best friend. And I couldn’t save her,” he says, and I feel his pain ripple through my chest.

“When I returned home, Clarice asked where she was. Said she hadn’t seen her all day, and her quarters were locked. I had a master key, and I figured she was asleep when she didn’t answer the mind link.” Kyson tells me.

“You found her, didn’t you?” I ask him.

“Yes. She didn’t come down for dinner, so I used the key to get in. I wish I could erase that day from my mind, but no matter how much I try to, I can only remember how I found her,” Kyson says while wrapping his arms around my chest.

“She was only a week out from giving birth. I saw her that morning, and she insisted I go. Claire refused to come with me and refused my offer to stay. Said she had something to take care of,” Kyson tells me, and I s*****w, feeling as if a lump had formed and was caught in my throat.

“She was still in her pyjamas as if she went back to bed after I left. Her mate was d**d beside her, his throat was cut, and a dagger was in his chest.” I could feel the pain it was causing him to tell me this.

I could feel was like he wasn’t speaking the words but reliving the day that destroyed him most

sliced off. Yet it was pointless; she ultimately suffered the same fate as her mate. We found copious amounts of wolfsbane and silver in her blood work from the autopsy report. She had needle marks on her neck and thighs. The wolfsbane weakened her. Yet, it was not enough to k**l her before Valor was cut from

lost him. She never even shifted. It was as if she accepted her d***h and no longer wanted to live without her son,” Kyson

“Kyson, I’m…”

here. I could have saved my nephew. I could have saved

of them all, and I wasn’t here,” Kyson says before I feel him shift back

was too early. You don’t know

box and sits it on my lap. I shake my head, not wanting to open it. I could feel its weight, and it was too big to be a jewellery box. My hands shook as I opened it to find a tiny, pink tedd bear urn. It was a little bigger

rotting in a box for the worms to eat,” Kyson tells me

smithereens all over again. Kyson sweeps my hair to the side before kissing my neck and placing the chain around my neck. I pick up the cerulean

placed inside, so she would always be with us. Wherever we went, she would always be a part of us. I wanted to give it to you when I brought her home, but I didn’t want to upset you” Kyson murmurs as I brush my thumb over the face of the teddy. I nod because it is all I can do, words failing me. Yet

yelled at you. You have no idea how hard it is to believe one thing for years, only to find

do

to believe you are right. I believe I have spent the last decade

means someone on your guard or personnel did it,” I tell him, and he nods against my

you are wrong?”

I know Marrissa could have panicked and did it. I am not ruling that out, but with the evidence, it doesn’t make sense why she

me,” Kyson says, and I chew my lip. Now I was questioning everything again, yet the pull to find answers was more vital than ever. But how did Marrissa tie into everything? Because if she was part of

my face in his hands when I stare down at the small urn in my hands. “Thank you,” I

we have each