Filed To Story: Absent Luna of the Lycan King Novel (Ivy & Kyson)
Azalea POV
Gannon‘s wailing as Liam tried to revive her brought me to my knees. And my head dropped into my hands, covering my face as I sobbed, falling on my knees beside them, just as Kyson‘s arms caught
How could the moon
goddess be so cruel?
Giving me the power of the first Lycans but robbing me of my sister with no way to correct it. Abbie deserved the kindness, loyalty, and love Gannon offered. After everything thing she had endured and survived, it felt like the cruelest slap in the face; a betrayal to take someone so pure.
Dustin tries to rip Liam off her, but Liam shoves him back. “Come on, Abbie,” Liam growls furiously.
Dustin and Trev arab him, hauling him off just as Gannon holds her again. Clutching her tighter. “She‘s gone, she‘s gone. There is nothing you can do,” Dustin tells Liam, but he shakes his head, reaching for her.
“No, I have been feeding her my blood,” Liam snarls, tossing him off, and my head lifts at his words. No sooner did the words leave his l*ps did we hear her gasp. I blink, unable to believe my eyes while
Gannon rocked back and forth, wailing loudly at his lost love, her eyes open dazedly. Yet, they were obsidian as her hand rose and clutched Gannon‘s arms, making him jump as she s**ked in a breath and her eyes returned to their emerald color, life returning to her deathly pale skin.
“Abbie?” I whispered, choking on my sob as her hand moved to Gannon‘s hair. “Abbie!” | screamed, and Gannon jumped at the feel of her hand in his hair as he lifted his head. Liam sagged against
Dustin, collapsing bet**en his legs as he breathed heavily.
“I told you, brother, I wouldn‘t let you lose her again,” Liam breathes heavily, catching his breath. My ch*st warms as sparks of the bond flood me along with relief, and I lean against my King as Clarice lets go of Tyson, who crashed against his mother and father, crying and clutching them. Gannon crushed them both as he held onto them.
We had survived, yet our home didn‘t as I looked around at what I had done, the destruction I caused, and the carnage left behind, but we were alive, we were not dead, and that is what mattered. The rest we could figure out.
“More than my life,” I breathed out in relief.
“More than my life,” everyone breathed out in a chorus, repeating my words.
“More than my life,” Kyson whispered next to my ear.
Liam POV
They say luck comes in threes, and I was beginning to believe that old superstition as I sifted through the r*bble. Brick after brick, rock after rock and dust, well you get the picture, anyway, I was knee deep in shit! Not literal shit but you know, the kind of metaphorical … Aaah, nope! I am pretty sure that may have been actual shit and not a rock that time. I toss it over my shoulder hearing a grunt and near squeal with joy when I find my trusty apron. I clutch it making sure it is in one piece. It has a small burn hole but never mind that, it adds character!
“Oh please, no. Of all the things to survive. That thing should have been the first to burn,” Dustin groans behind me. I narrow my eyes at him, what a vile thing to wish for! Does he not know how hard I worked to get it smelling like barbequed death and marinated Doyle steaks?
“That is not coming with us!” Dustin declares.
“I think I might wear it when we get married, one day,” I tell him and he scrunches up his face.
“You will do no such thing!” he snarls, yet I was caught on the fact he didn‘t deny he was going to marry me.
“It‘s a piece of art! See this stain right here?” I ask pointing to it.
“That is an imp**ssion of a face! Peeled it clean off. I think my b**terfly imp**ssion is rather good, you can even see his bulbous nose,” I tell Dustin and he shakes his head.
“There is something wrong with you, you know that, right?” he says sifting through the r*bble.
“You just don‘t know how to appreciate art,” I tell him, shaking my head as I toss my apron over my shoulder and move a piece of wall from one of the chimney‘s. I nearly w*t my pants with excitement, okay maybe I did, a little. What can I say, I am old and I‘m allowed to pee a little. The old pipes aren‘t what they once were. Sometimes they leak.
I knew luck came in threes! I never doubted it for a second, as I stared down at Crux. His mangled body all crooked, his arm twisted the wrong way, he coughs and I quickly lift my head looking around.
Dustin had his back to me, salvaging what he could. Everyone else was too distracted as they too searched for what they could salvage. Crux coughs and I quickly slap a hand over his mouth not wanting to alert the others that somehow, by the grace of the Goddess, this f**ker was gifted an extra life. And gifted to meeeeeee!
I start digging him out when I open the mindlink looking for Gannon, who was over the far side with
Abbie and Tyson. He hadn‘t left her side since she returned to us, though that sire bond I would have to do something about. Like I knew the risk and all when I was secretly feeding her my blood.
She made Gannon promise not to try to change her again after his failed attempt. However I, made no such promises to her.
And I knew Gannon was worried about her attempting suicide again. So I made sure that if she tried again this time she would have my blood in my system, so she would change. I may not have made a promise to her, but I did make a promise to my brother. I think he scared her when his blood healed her, burned the wolfsbane right out of her system and he panicked, so he tried to drown her to force the change. She made him promise never to attempt to change her again after that.
It was just sheer luck that it worked. Because since she already had her wolf it made it tricky changing her into a Lycan. Sometimes they would heal too quickly. And it was always the brink of death along with Lycan blood and venom in their system that forced the change. Completely dead, they is dead. But that dangerous edge bet**en is what forces the gene to change. Which is why, when changing someone we usually need permission from the King.
Sometimes it doesn’t go as planned and intervention is needed, or resuscitation can take a few goes for the gene to kick in. Regardless, by my first stroke of good luck it damn well worked! Though the sire bond was kind of a bitch, Mainly because I didn’t want the girl looking at me all goo goo eyed. No, those eyes were reserved for my brother and my brother only. And my eyes are reserved for my Dustypoo.
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