Filed To Story: Absent Luna of the Lycan King Novel (Ivy & Kyson)
Staggering, I swing wildly at her, and she laughs, jumping back as my vision doubles. Yet I could feel it was slowly and painfully burning out of my system. Whatever she gave me was stronger than just wolfsbane. However, the more I pushed through the pain, the toxins burned out slowly. My muscles no longer spasmed the way they had been, though my vision was dangerously blurry.
“I thought I enjoyed killing Claire, but I think I will enjoy killing the Lycan King more,” Ester laughs when
I see a shadow move behind her. My eyes fl**k back to her, Yet as she flexes her fi**gers, her claws sl*p free, and she raises her arm to end me. My reflexes are slower yet still, my hand wh*ps out at the last second, catching her wrist, when I hear a scream.
Ester tenses and staggers, forcing me to let her go as she stumbles toward me onto one knee. Only when I do do notice Peter behind her, a branch in his hand. He lifts it, swinging it again at her head before turning into a frenzied rage and raining blow after blow down on her as I get to my feet again.
“I loved you! I loved you, but you couldn‘t love me!” he roared, repeatedly swinging the branch at her head.
Tears streaked down his face as he bashed her head in, crushing her skull into the earth. Brain matter spilled out her ears and through the back of her skull as it cracked open like an egg. Yet he still swung, the branch breaking in his hands when I grabbed him, hauling him back with my arm across his ch*st.
He screams, brandishing the broken branch, and I look down at Ester. Her head was crushed under his blows and no longer distinguishable to the eye. “Where is Azalea?” | gasp, and Peter looks up at me over his shoulder.
“With the others, I will take you,” He tells me as he points toward the castle, and he runs ahead while I stagger, trying to keep up with him. I could hear fighting and the chaos of war.
Peter runs up the incline as more children rush down the hill with staff. I see Clarice standing at the top when she suddenly screams, making my heart splutter in my ch*st, and adrenaline fuels me to move faster.
| sl*p on the w*t grass, coming up behind her to see Azalea stop, and Trey screams out for her at the exact second. I tracked her movements to see her go after Logan, who was walking into the line of fire and in the wrong direction. My eyes widen in horror, and my heart pumps erratically.
A gasp escapes me when I see Azalea run directly into the path of the hunters to retrieve him. It felt like everything slowed down, time almost stopping for a few fateful moments. Or maybe I thought it did as I watched my mate risk her life to save the boy.
Trey shoves Tyson into Clarice‘s arms and runs after her just as I regain my footing on the sl*ppery slope when Abbie screams out to her. Azalea lifts her head and looks at Abbie just as Abbie‘s body collides with Azalea‘s, her arms locking around her in a hug, and she pivots. At that second, I noticed the hunter with his gun aimed directly at her.
The bang of the gun going off echoed, and my heart stopped in my ch*st when I watched Abbie jolt in
Azalea‘s arms.
“More than my life,” Abbie rasps out, the whisper catching on the wind and reaching me just as
Azalea‘s visceral, agonized scream does. “Abbie! No!”
The sound was so broken, soul–crushing and gut-wrenching as her agony sliced through my ch*st like her scream cut through the wind, silencing everyone briefly as they looked in her direction. Azalea‘s pain for her loss broke my heart as I felt hers incinerate in her ch*st.
I stumble down the hill toward her as she wails and cries out for Abbie, clutching her tightly. Azalea hung on to her, trying to hold her limp body as Abbie collapsed forward against her, Logan trapped bet**en them,
Gannon‘s howl had me lifting my head to see him tearing across the paddock and barreling toward
Azalea. Tyson screams for his mother, kicking and screaming in Clarice‘s arms, making her drop him.
Clarice chases him just as Trey tackles the hunter, who lifts his gun and points it at Azalea.
“Abbie! Abbie!” Azalea wailed and screamed, trying to wake her as she shook her, clutching her tightly.
Hunters laid strewn across the ground, most of them dead as my guards and the Landeena guards took out the last of them on the hill, yet I could see more were coming up from the river and from around the sides of the castle. We were severely outnumbered and all I could think was I needed to get to Azalea, yet she was moving, and wasn‘t letting her go, she just stopped as if a part of her died along with Abbie.
Logan escapes from in bet**en Azalea and Abbie, running to Clarice as Azalea rocked back and forth on the ground with Abbie clutched in her arms. “More than my life! More than my life!” she screamed, as if saving it loud enough would bring her back.
Gannon falls to his knees, clutching his dead mate in his arms, forgetting the war going on around us when a blade slices down my back, forcing my attention back to fight. I am forced to fight my way to them as spin to find a hunter had come at me from the side, his dagger embedded in my side, and I pull it free, my claws sinking into the side of his neck as I slash at him.
Trey moved alongside me as hunters came from everywhere. From up over the hills, out of the forest, and spewing out from the castle, they just kept coming. Even those who tan for safety in the bunkers were now spewing back onto the battleground as hunters chased them back toward us.
The Landeena guards, my guards, form a circle around our Queen. Clarice flees with the kids, and
Peter barely makes it past our circle of defense that offered little safety as all guards covered the
Queen.
Guns were drawn and aimed at my body, my back becoming a target as they unleashed on us. I clutch my stomach as a bullet embedded in my side, then my stomach. Pain ricochets through me, and I stagger as I keep fighting. Nothing else mattered. Only getting to Azalea did.
Another bullet pierces through my shoulder when I hear her scream as she feels my pain. The ground shook when was brought to my knees.
When Crux‘s booming voice echoes through smoke and dust as they surrounded us. They would always know this day as the day the Valkyrie Kingdom fell. The day the hunters took the Lycania Kingdoms down.
We were circled entirely as Crux stepped out of the shadows and smoke and onto the battlefield. His smug smile of triumph seared into me. He was a traitor to his own kind. A betrayer to all.
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