Chapter 254 – Absent Luna of the Lycan King Novel (Ivy & Kyson)

Filed To Story: Absent Luna of the Lycan King Novel (Ivy & Kyson)

“Honey, why would I punish you?” she chuckles, shaking her head.

“No reason. I just wanted to make sure it was okay. I don‘t want to get in trouble,” I admit.

“Go for a run, Abbie, and anyone tries to punish you for it. They will deal with the King and me,” Clarice says. She nudges me toward the doors leading to the clothesline.

“Go on, have fun. I will let the guards on duty know you‘re out there,” she says. I nodded, yet I refused t o get excited. Instead, I was still hesitant. Even as I approached the forests edge. Glancing around nervously , I waited a few minutes to see if any guards suddenly rushed into the forest to search for me and drag me back, but I saw no one.

Stripping my clothes off, I laid them on a nearby fallen tree. Falling onto my hands and knees the dirt sq uished between my fingers as I focused on the shift. Feeling the first tremor, it slivered up my spine, fur grew along my naked body before it started twisting and morphing as I took shape and body of my were wolf form, my hands, and feet replaced with paws and claws, my face elongated, and my tail bone twitched as my tail zipped out. Shaking out my fur, I looked at my paws before becoming distracted by the swish of my tail . It took me a good five minutes to stop from chasing the damn thing as it eluded my teeth.

Stretching, I sniffed the air. The scent of pine cones and damp soil invigorated my senses, and my hearing perked at the crickets and tiny insects in the forest.I shot off, darting betwe en the trees and jump ing over logs. Nothing felt more refreshing than feeling the dirt beneath my paws, the air brushing through my fur as I rushed through the forest, cackling my head off. I felt free, alive, an d so energized.

After about ten minutes of running, however, I heard the foliage move, and the wind changed direction, making me halt when I picked up an unfamiliar yet familiar scent that was harder to pinpoint since my s ense of smell was ridiculously strong in this form.

Twisting, I look for the intruder while scampering backward when a huge Lycan steps out from be tween the trees. I drop my head before turning it, baring my neck to the beast. I felt like I was about to wet myself when the huge, terrifying thing walked toward me, making a whimpe r escape me.

“Don‘t be frightened, Abbie, it is only me?” the voice says, and my ears twitch on top of my head, his vo ice is gravely and distorted from him being in this form, yet as I lift my gaze, he crouches before me be fore pulling a backpack from his huge furry shoulder. He unzipped it, and still, I couldn‘t place him, yet | backed up when I saw him open the b ag and reach inside.

“I won‘t hurt you,” the Lycan says. Hearing a wrapper, 1 peer at his hand in the backpack before he pull s out red candy clouds, Gannon? I thought.

“Recognize me now?” he chuckles, and I bob my head as he opens the packet. He pinches one between his claws and holds it o ut to me, and my wolf instantly sniffs it before licking it.

Gannon laughed as my tongue swiped his fingers when I realized what he was doing when my nose br ushed his furry knees. Overrun by my senses, I hadn‘t learned he was drawing his hand closer to hims elf until I was practically between his legs. I freeze, and he sits leaning against the tree when his hands sud denly grab me, making me yelp loudly in fright.

He set me on his lap, his claws running through my fur as he brushed it.

“Well, aren‘t you a little ball of suff,” he laughs, stroking my fur like I was a damn pet, yet his claws felt n ice raking through my thick coat. After a few minutes, I relaxed, realizing he was just petting me, not goi ng to punish me. I found the burly scary man comforting for some reason, yet I couldn‘t explain it but I f elt safe with him near. Although, when he rubbed my ears, I started purring like a damn cat and tried to scramble off his lap, only for him to drag me back and nip at my ear with his sharp teeth.

“Stop; I don‘t care if you purr. I can purr too,” he laughs before purring, the noise rumbling from his ches t was loud. My wet nose pressed against the center where it was loudest before I could stop myself, fee ling its deep vibration before his fur went up my nose, making me sneeze.

Gannon laughs, and I lick his chin, mortified at what I did. I froze, which only made him laugh harder.

“It‘s fine, Abbie; she– wolves are attracted to dominant males; I expect you to act accordingly,” he laughs. “It doesn‘t bother me,” he says before licking my face and my eyeball, making my lashes stick to gether, and I had to blink to un–stick them.

See, it doesn’t bother me” he says. My nose picks up the delicious scent of the clouds when  lay my head across his lap, mynose snifing the air before my face was in his bag, snifing around. l am never shifting again! Urges were impossible to control.merely had to think something, and I was acting on them.

My teeth pull the candy bag out, my tongue slipping in the litle bag, licking up the sugar when Gannon takes the bag, pouringsome in his hands, my wolf side going berserk on the d*n things, even licking his fingers and claws clean like a pig. Yet Gannon didn’t seem to mind his hand on my rump while he let me j**ck the suaar from his palm before pouring more in his hand

Want to run to the river with me?” he asks when I finish eating the entire baa. I look up at the sky. knowing should be heading back. Gannon looks up as well.

The men can get their dinner. I already told Clarice you’re with me and told Damian. They said it is fine” Gannon tells me. listen, my ears trying to gauge how far away the river is.

 could barely hear the water, o I knew it was a far distance. but he was already getting to his feet. and I slid off his lap

See if you can keep up,” he says, grabbing his bag and tossing it over his shoulder. He then shoots off between the treesaughing. Instinct kicks in, and suddenly; I’m darting after him as if he is my prey.

Gannon POV

Her tiny wolf tried to keep up, but she easily lost track of me, so I decided to double back, coming up from behind her. Abbie‘s wolf was sniffing the ground, trying to pick up my scent She was by the river‘s edge, and her head swiveled from side to side, looking amongst the trees as she tried to locate where i went. However, doubling back and the added breeze were confusing her as she followed her nose before giving up and dropping her rump to the ground as she sat staring at the river.

Still, I didn‘t step out of my hiding spot. Instead, I watched her like some damn creep for a while cu riosity goi the better of me, and I wanted to see if she would try to escape being this close to the border ! don‘t know why I wanted to see if she was tempted to; maybe because my fascination with the girl was quickly turning into an obsession

After a while, I watched as she wandered closer to the water‘s edge, dipping her head, trying to drink from it. It was pretty shallow there, so I wasn‘t sure why she wouldn‘t just wade on in. Maybe she didn‘t want to get wet?

Yet as she attempted to close her front, her paws slipped slightly, and Abbie reared back, scooting fur ther away from the bank. Her heart rate was easily discernible as it thumped erratically against her chest. She nervously glanced around as if she was trying to figure her way back before she huffed and yawned and laying down. Stepping out from the treeline and the tree I was watching her from. Her ears perked on top of her head. She instantly got to her feet. Spotting me, she rushed over and zipped between my legs, rubbing herself on my legs.

Shewolves were amazing in their wolf form, unrestricted for the most part. They had no control, and that was when they were predominantly closest to my species, baser instinct kicking in, just not as strong as a Lycans urges. Leaning down, I brush my fingers through her soft thick fur, my claws bumping over the ridges of her spine. She was skinny, too skinny for a wolf. I briefly wondered how many times she had shift ed because her wolf side should have the bulk of hard muscle, yet even through her fur, I could feel nothing but skin and bone.

My touch, however, seems to make her snap back to herself, and she drops to the ground as if com manded, her rational part of her brain retaking control of her actions. A whimper escapes her as if she thought she shouldn‘t have behaved in such a way.

The she–wolves I knew are always submissive to those of stronger potency, so it was not surprising she thought she would be in trouble for her actions. She reminded me of Ivy in this sense. Both girls were unusually submissive, as if over the years, any sense of themselves was slowly beaten out of them until they were nothing but compliant to others‘ whims, so I wasn‘t surprised that Abbie would fight her own in stincts even in this form. Crouching beside her, she instinctively turned languidly, flopping on her side and showing me her belly.

I chuckle, knowing Abbie must be internally cringing at her wolf side‘s actions. Yet if Abbie was any thing like Ivy, she wouldn‘t understand her own instincts or Werewolf and Lycan heritage for that matter. It was one thing that infuriated me to no end about Kyson. The man was set in his ways and expected the girl to instantly be aware of her urges and to act on them. Damian and I kept telling him to be patient with Ivy. yet patience was never his strong suit.

Abbie whines as I rub her belly and chest before I scoop her up, making her yelp loudly. My heart lurched in my chest, thinking I hurt her as I dragged her into my lap.

“Did I hurt you?” | asked worriedly. That wasn‘t my intention, but sometimes I forget my strength. Yet she shakes her wolfy head from side to side and I know I startled her as I sat her in my lap, crossing my legs beneath her. She rests her head on my knee, but she pants as if thirsty after a few moments. I looked at the river, wishing she could answer me back when I spoke.

You can drink from the river. Clarice won’t care if you get wet”I tell her, rubbing her ears softly. She looks over at it and lets outa huf. My brows furrow. I know the water here was fresh because it wouldn’t be the first time  had drank from it. When I moveshe crawls off my lap. and 1 move to the river edge before diving in. When  breached the surface, I found her wolf had movedcloser and was siting on the edge of the bank. She ooked down at her reflection in the water. And l watched as she tilted herhead from side to side before sniffing the air. Swimming over to her, she lifted her head and watched me.

 splash her, but she doesn’t react. “Come in. You won’t get in trouble ” tel her, but she shakes her head. Her bright green eyesare watching me curiously.

Are you thirsty?” ask her. and she nods. My brows furrow as I swam closer to her, cupping my furry palms in the water andifing them so she could drink from them. Her tonque lapped at my hands thirstily, and I cupped them again so she could drink more

Once she had her fll. she bumped my hand with her wet nose and backed away from the edge a little more. It’s not as ifl was**ked not that would shift in front of her 1 didn’ want her to get the wrono idea and  knew she would have ouestions if shesaw me n**d.I didn’t exactly have war scars gracing my body. You could tell they were self-inflicted.

Glancing up at the darkening sky. t wasn’t cold. so that couldn’t be it. Realization hit me when i faured it out. her potent fearShe couldn’t swim

You can’t swim?” I ask, wanting to be sure. She nods her head once, looking back at me.

Shift: I wil try to teach you”I told her, not that l had ever taught someone to swim before. My own father taught me by throwingme in deep water and saying kick or *n. I learned quickly because I knew the b*td wasn’t coming in after me ifi d*xd. Yetsomehow. I think she would dxx*n if I tried that with her.

i won’t look,I promise I tel her, turning around yet moving closer to the bank where she could reach me. The water wasshallow here, or maybe it was because curently, stood over 7 feet tallin this form. However, I was surprised when  heard hershifting behind me. I honestly didn’t think she would.

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