Chapter 243 – Absent Luna of the Lycan King Novel (Ivy & Kyson)

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

He was such a sweet boy, just misunderstood. MU Emotions threatened to choke me as I look at his little bed, the little bed I would sometimes climb into in the middle of the night to soothe his night terrors. The little bed filled with his scent. If I wasn’t going to my own funeral, I would take him with me, but death was no place for him.

He deserved the world, and I hoped that one day he would have it at his little fingertips. It took all my willpower to keep walking. This would be the last time we walked these halls, the last time we saw the little faces we helped clean, and the little hands we held.

The corridors were silent as we descended the spiral staircase to the floor below. Yet, as we reached the bottom, the weight lifted off me. We were finally free—free of this life and free of Mrs. Daley. I would no longer have to hide whenever the butcher came to drop off meat. I would no longer have to see his face again after today.

With that thought in mind, I looked at her, knowing she was feeling the exact same thing as me. We had endured enough, and today our suffering ended along with our lives. “Let’s go home,” I whispered to her.

Ivy pushed on the double doors leading to the small courtyard out front, the porch creaked under our feet and I saw the kids playing out the front on the run—down play equipment. I lost count of the amount of times I have had to patch the kids up after falling from it or pulling splinters from tiny feet and hands.

We stepped out into the bitterly cold air, though the cold had never really bothered me. I spent the majority of my life on autopilot anyway, barely feeling anything, but it was one thing I could say Mrs. Daley had taught me. She taught me that emotion gets us nothing, that pain and tears will save us, and she taught me just how easily someone could break another. The day she locked me in that damn basement with the butcher. After that day, I learned it was better not to feel, just switch it off; it is what it is.

The day was overcast, the clouds hiding the sun making it gloomy. The grey clouds were low, and it looked like it would rain later in the day — The kids stop what they’re doing and rush over, grabbing and reaching for us. wanting us to play.

Tears threatened to bubble and spill, but I fought them back as I looked for my boy, relishing the sight of them one last time. A car pulled up and parked on the curb—a sleek, black vehicle with windows tinted so darkly that we couldn’t see who was inside. Yet, I didn’t care because I noticed Tyson coming over to me.

He held his plushie in his hand, missing an eye that I had sewn on one too many times before giving up. His eyes were glassy. The kids had no idea where we were going, yet as I looked at Tyson’s little face, I felt he knew; he knew I wasn’t coming back. Seeing the distress on his face broke my heart as I scooped him up.

“Shh, don’t cry, don’t cry,” I whispered, kissing his temple. He was skinny and fit perfectly in my arms. “You be a good boy, T, stay away from Mrs. Daley, okay? Wait for Katrina.”

Katrina is good, remember,” I tell him and he nods sadly, clutching my neck. I, brushes her fingers through his hair. Both of us had a soft spot for Tyson, He was only a few days old when his parents were killed and he was a colicky baby, the first year of his life I hardly slept and when I did catch a few moments. it was because he was on my chest and now I was leaving him to this horrid woman.

I inhale deeply, soaking in his scent one last time, savoring it as I silently prayed to the moon goddess to not let anything happen to him.

1 I, nudges me, telling me we should go, and I place him down when I notice the car was still parked by the curb.

passenger door opens and two men hop out. They are dressed well. in clean crisp clothes, not a hair out of place and looked picture—ready. Neither looked like what I would expect so—called royalty to look like.

Mrs. Daley rushes out in a hurry. She looked like a mutton dressed up as a lamb. The old hag had changed into a super tight pencil skirt and blouse, having popped the first two buttons open as if either of these men would be interested in her wrinkling old floppy tits.

They would look like a golf ball in a sock, I had seen her naked once and I can tell you she had old floppy tits and sported a 70’s afro that would need a hedge trimmer. Scarred my eyeballs and Ivy and I snickered about it for weeks afterward. I t, not to laugh and let Ivy tug me along to meet Alpha Brock.

Mrs. Daley looks over at the two men as they approach the small brick fence surrounding the place. “You must be?” she stops trying to figure out who they are. .1 thought the Lycan King was coming today?” Mrs. Daley asks, looking slightly upset. I nod toward them, and Ivy shrug, looking them over.

‘He couldn’t make it, so he sent us instead,” says the man who hopped out of the driver’s seat. He was tall, dressed in a suit, and had blonde hair that shaped his face. Another man got out of the car behind that one, and he had darker features

. His lips set in what looked like a permanent scowl, and his jaw was clenched tight and hands fisted at his sides. He stood at the back of his car and lit a smoke and I watched as he dragged back on it and nearly stumbled over my own feet as I, pulled me along.

For some reason I found him intriguing, but I shake my head and the thoughts away. There was something dark and sinister about that man. His dark eyes looked me over before his eyes went to mine.

The endless pools of darkness stared back at me and he smirked, making me tear my eyes away from him and pay attention to where I was walking. Lycans are different from werewolves: they remained upright when they shifted and were more powerful, faster, and could turn someone into a Lycan; werewolves couldn’t change people and weren’t anywhere near their caliber.

We were practically dogs compared to them, which is why Lycans rule over all of us. Werewolves, like myself, are considered half—human; I had shifted on my eighteenth birthday and what a horrific experience that was, especially when Mrs.Daley would come in to beat me when I was too loud. Lycans, however, are purebloods and lethal beasts.

Lycans are also immortal though a dying species, go figure. As we stepped out the gate a man I hadn’t noticed before stepped into Ivy’s path. This man commanded attention, seemingly without trying. His suit did nothing to hide the bulk of muscle pressed tightly beneath it.

His silver eyes glowed as he stared at I,. I wanted to cower away from him, yet Ivy stared back almost mesmerized by him when he c…s his head to the side, watching her. I grab Ivy’s arm, knowing Mrs. Daley would whip her extra good before we left if I, embarrassed her and stole the man’s attention. “We should go.”

I whisper I didr, want to leave Alpha Brock waiting, he would make our death particularly heinous. and I, nodded to me when another car pulls up, yet as we passed both men were looking at her.

We walk out the small gate when the man with silver sparkling eyes grips Ivy, arm tugging her to him and I gasped as his eyes flickered.

Movement out of the corner of my eyes made me see the man who was smoking toss his cigarette to the gutter a curious expression on his face as he watched the man holding Ivy’s arm.

‘Rogue?” The man says, and my grip on her hand tightens, the way he looked at her was as if he wanted to devour her. He turns his attention toward Mrs. Daley and lets her arm go before looking at me and I quickly drop my gaze, as we both duck our heads in submission.

The man growls and Mrs. Daley bumps me making my back arch as she moves closer. I didr, miss the way she sneered at Ivy. “Yes, sir, they are just on their way. Run along, girls,” Mrs. Daley says. and we both nodded and I tug on Ivy’s hand: We made our way into town.

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