Chapter 234 – Absent Luna of the Lycan King Novel (Ivy & Kyson)

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“So what is Kyson doing now?”

“Trying to find out what his plans were. How much he was plotting with the hunters, anything really.”

Liam tells me, and I nod.

Kyson POV

Gannon pulls the funnel out of his throat slowly, and Tanner chokes, gurgles, and sputters on the wolfsbane. His t***ue sizzled in his mouth, his blood–drenched the floor, his hand trapped in the vice was almost completely split down the middle, and I twisted it hearing the last crunch as the vice–grip completely closed. His hand split in half.

His screams made my blood buzz. Gannon grabs the old lead sprinkler. It was a Medi–evil torture device used to shower victims with molten lead. However, we improvised. Instead, Gannon filled it with sulfuric acid. It was essentially a giant ladle with an iron handle. The sphere at the bottom is filled with acid. Gannon begins shaking the lead sprinkler, showering Tanner with acid.

His screams were hoarse yet still horrific as Gannon sprinkled it over his legs. “What have you got planned with the hunters? Where is Ester, Tanner?” I ask him. Gannon pulls the lead sprinkler away, yet his flesh continues to be eaten away. Gannon then reaches for the baking soda to neutralize it. His screams turn to wailing as he runs out of breath from choking on wolfsbane and the harsh screams leaving him.

“I hope they kill all of you.” Tanner rasps. I cl**k my t***ue and move to his feet. Grabbing the top of his foot and his ankle, yank and twist, turning his foot, so it was the wrong way. The bones break and he screams. I let his foot go moving the next.

“What are they planning, Tanner? This will end when you tell me what I need to know,” I growl.

Tanner laughs, the sound sadistic as he cackles his head off like this is some sort of joke.

“Has the storm stopped?” he asks before he chokes his own blood. Gannon slaps him, but he still chokes on his own blood, and Gannon quickly removes the silver strap holding his head in place before turning his face to the side so he doesn‘t choke before we get the information we need. He spits the blood out and smiles wickedly as he dazedly looks up at the ceiling.

“Pain, such a fickle thing, you won‘t break me, my King,” he sneers the last part before he laughs. I growl, grabbing his other foot, about to break it.

“Oh, how she screamed, yet no sound came out. That is when you know you broke them,” he taunts, and Gannon looks at me.

“Plop,” he chuckles. “Just plopped right out her at her feet.” he laughs sadistically.

“Although, it even made me sick when she stuffed your nephew back into her. Like I knew she was unhinged. But she lost the plot, completely lost it. Made even me sick. You should have seen the look on Claire‘s face. Killing her mate. Now that was priceless. f**ker didn‘t stand a chance. She woke up as I drove that dagger through his ch*st. But her baby? She was dead the moment he fell at her feet, almost as if her soul left her as she stared down at him.” I felt the blood drain from my face at his words.

“He‘s baiting you, Kyson. He wants you to kill him,” Gannon snaps, gripping my wrist as my fi**gers go to wr*p around his throat. I hadn‘t even realized I was moving toward his head.

Tanner laughs and giggles like a schoolgirl. “That bitch just couldn‘t keep her mouth shut. Had to run to your sister when she caught Ester and me packing our deliveries to send to the council. She ran, she did.” he laughs.

“Who ran?” Gannon demands, his grip on my wrist tightening as my hand shook, hovering above his throat.

“Marrissa, she moved into the castle and found Ester, didn‘t she? Started plotting to rat her out, but then she had to go a step too far by following us. Bitch ran straight to Claire. She just couldn‘t mind her own damn business, had to get involved.”

“Claire, always the goody two shoes, did everything by the book. She should have taken it straight to you. Instead, she confided in the council and asked to have a meeting with us the next morning, she had rang the council, and Crux gave us a little heads up. So we took care of it,” Tanner laughs.

My other hand moves, and Gannon grips it before it comes down on his head and growls.

“Keep your f**king head or get out,” Gannon roars. How could he say that? He killed Claire and tried to kill my mate. Killed my nephew!

“The Hunters. What is their plan?” Gannon demands before he starts turning the handle on the rack.

Stretching his limbs. Tanner screams as his body stretches. I wanted to kill him, but Gannon was right.

We would get none of the answers we needed if we killed him prematurely.

“Plop” Tanner laughs just as Liam wanders down the steps, whistling as he comes down.

“Storm has blown over. Wow, look at you growing like the weed you are.” Liam taunts him but Tanner laughs at his words.

“I always did like you, Liam” Tanner chuckles. Liam tilts his head to the side, and Gannon twists the handle beside me, his body forced to stretch, and his skin tears under p**ssure. His screams ring out loudly.

But I have listened enough to this maggot and needed answers now. So I shoved Gannon and Liam to the side, plunging my hand through his diaphragm. I fished through his innards, reaching for his spine and wr*pping my fi**gers around it as he choked and gasped through the pain. I stop myself just as Tanner shudders from going into shock. “Wait!” he rasps with his l*ps turning gray. My claws pierced through his abdominal aorta, his blood pooling around my hand

“Where are they?” | roared in his face as his eyes widened in horror, mouth open on a silent scream, and I stopped moving my fi**ger‘s allowing him to answer through his agony. He smiles, his eyes fluttering and his eyes rolling in his head, and I know he is about to pass out or bleed out, whichever comes first. Despite laying on his deathbed, he smiles, and my heart thumps erratically in my ch*st at his following words.

“They‘re already here.” Tanner breathes, and I growl, clenching my teeth, squeezing my fi**gers around his spine, and ripping my hand out. Along with his spine, it pulls it from his body, blood spraying all over us.

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