Filed To Story: Absent Luna of the Lycan King Novel (Ivy & Kyson)
Tanner is dragged through the woods by them. Dustin comes to help, and as we finally reach the back of the castle near the stables, I find Abbie clutching Tyson up on the hill.
Gannon had Tandi dragging her away from the raging fire of the stables. My men were still trying to put out the flames, using a pump and pumping water straight out of the lake just as the rain hit. It poured, making the ground sl*ppery, but it would be an added help to douse the flames before it spread to the surrounding forest.
Running past the stable, Damian smacks Larkin back as he hacks and coughs. He looks up as I pass him and nods his head.
“Lock the place down,” I call across the mind–link. “And get me the town Doctor,” I order, hearing a unison of yes‘s call through the mind–link. Stepping through the threshold into the huge foyer, Azalea begins to wake.
“Tyson!” she mutters.
“We got him, Love. Tandi too,” I tell her, hugging her closer and inhaling her scent as I climb the stairs.
Dustin is hot on my heels, and I see Liam drag and kicking and screaming Tanner through to the kitchens.
“Dustin, you are to wait with Azalea,” I tell him as I push the door open with my hip. I lay her on the bed before moving her hair to look at the gash.
Yet also being careful not to cut her with my claws. She drowsily stared up at me, her eyes rolling, and I could see she had a severe concussion. Leaning down, I like the wound trying to seal it, and it takes a couple of tries with me, pinching the skin together but eventually seals shut.
“Mind–link with what the doctor says, also when she wakes up. I tell Dustin, who nods, taking her hand in his as he sits with her. Stepping out of my quarters, Abbie rushes past me and into the room.
Gannon behind her.
“Need me to handle the gardener?” he asks, but I shake my head.
“No, that bastard‘s mine!” I growl before moving toward the stairs. Walking back through the corridors, it was chaos. The storm was in full swing, and guards and staff rushed around to secure everything and lock us down.
Moving through the kitchens, I headed for the pantry. I walked down to the cellar before walking down to the cells. Moving to the back cell, I find the trapdoor already open and descend the stairs to the old
Dungeons.
The draft was cold here, and the concrete steps made my heavy footsteps echo off the old stone walls.
I hear the clanging of the chains and Tanner‘s screams as Liam and Trey chained his arms and legs to the old wooden rack. The rack had rollers at each end, and once secured, you could turn the leavers, and it would stretch them.
It is a rather painful and gruesome death. Reserved for the worst kinds of people. Tanner was one of those people. He touched my Queen, and he would pay with his life but not before I tortured the answers out of him.
The old iron–barred door creaks as I pull it open, and Tanner‘s cries grow louder when he sees me step into the cell.
Trey snarls and backhands him. His head wh*ps to the side. “Get back to your sire; I will handle him,” I tell Trey, who was all too happy to go back to his Queen.
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Moving around the table, Liam cl*ps the silver strap across his head so he can‘t lift it while I grab a hose and funnel.
“Get me some wolfsbane,” I tell Liam, who rushes off to get what little supply we had left. Funny how we struggled to source it, and this f**king worm had been growing it beneath our noses this entire time.
“I can explain,” Tanner whimpers as I set the funnel beside him for when Liam comes back. I drag my claws down the side of his face and lean down.
“That you will,” I growl before grabbing his hand and lifting it. I place it on the vice–grip before twisting the lever. His screams echoed off the stone walls as I crushed his hand slowly. Listening to each bone break. And this would be just the beginning. No one wants to be down in the dungeons with me. You know you f**ked up if I bring you here because once down here, you never leave. Or if they do, it‘s in pieces.
Azalea POV
Dustin was beside me, holding my hand when my eyes fluttered open. Relief flooded me when I opened my eyes and saw the canopy over my bed, along with Dustin‘s face peering down at me, not
Tanner‘s.
“Finally,” Dustin breathed, and I watched his eyes glaze over as he mind–links someone.
“Tyson, Tandi?” I ask.
“Downstairs, everyone is in the ballroom. This storm is horrendous,” Abbie says, and I feel the bed dip beside me. Abbie sweeps my hair back from my face. Tyson was on her lap, his head resting against her shoulder. He was fast asleep.
“Why the ballroom?” I croak, sitting up. Instantly pain rattles through my skull, and vertigo washes over me as I try to remember anything besides seeing Tandi chucked down the trapdoor.
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