Filed To Story: Absent Luna of the Lycan King Novel (Ivy & Kyson)
“A safe house. We have been having issues with neighboring packs. We don’t want to alert them to your existence. It would put you in danger,” he says. My brows furrow and I go to say something, yet he was already climbing out of the car. The wind was harsh as he walked around, opening my door. I climb out, rubbing my arms before retrieving my bag.
“How long will we stay here for?” I ask him, looking at the tiny porch that sloped on one side. The door had a huge crack and a chunk missing from the bottom corner.
“You will stay here until the mess is sorted with the other pack,” he says while fiddling with his keys.
“Wait you aren’t staying with me?” I asked, peering around at the tress, and into the shadowing darkness.
“No, I need to head home. Keep up appearances. If I don’t return, they may come looking for me, which isn’t safe for you,” he tells me.
“But this place is safe?” I ask him. He nods his head.
“I will stay for a little bit. I sent a list to my men. They stocked everything for you. Come on, I will show you inside,” he tells me. He ushers me to follow him before unlocking the door. He has to kick it a few times to get it to un-stick; the door was swollen from what looked like water damage. Stepping inside, the place was a dump, rubbish strewn everywhere, and it reminded me of some of the old abandoned buildings near the orphanage.
Inside was a double bed, the mattress heavily stained. No, actually, I believe it is a futon. Kade flicks the lights on and they flicker as he moves toward the kitchen
“You’ll find everything you need here. I will bring more supplies and food as soon as I can. But with a tidy up it should be quite cozy,” he says. He hunts around in the tiny kitchen, that I could reach my leg out from the bed to touch the counter it was that close. He returns with a box of matches and passes them to me.
“I need to go, but I will return tomorrow. Firewood is around back. You may need to chop some up. Some fresh bed linen is over there and food is in the pantry and fridge.” he tells me.
“Wait, can you help me get the fire started?” I ask him desperately. I always sucked at it and Gannon, Liam or Dustin would always start mine back in my little room back home. Sometimes Damian too.
“Don’t be silly. It’s ridiculously late, I need to get home and shower to get up for work. You can manage fine on your own for one night. I will be back around lunchtime tomorrow,” he says.
“Please, let me come with you. You can sneak me into the packhouse. No one will see me, it’s late night no one be up at this hour,” I tell him, not wanting to stay out here by myself.
“Abbie, love. I need to go. I haven’t got time for the theatrics. Behave and I will be back tomorrow,” he says, pecking my forehead. He then turns to leave me here. I glance around, sitting on the creaky old mattress, the springs digging into my backside. It was freezing in here. It was so cold my breath was making clouds in the air.
I needed to start the fire, but after only moments of sitting, the cold seeped deep within my bones, making them ache. I reach for the sheets and blankets, huddling beneath them and pulling my phone from my bag. I turn the screen on and see the time and sigh. Much too late to call Gannon and wake him. Instead, I listen to his messages over and over of him telling me he misses me and asking me to call him back.
I can’t believe my mate left me here, I think to myself, before reminding myself it was for my safety. The sun was almost rising by the time I finally managed to sleep. Only it wasn’t long before Kade was waking me. I jump, startled when a hand touches me before peering around.
“I told you I was coming by at lunch,” he says. He looks around at the place, and l yawn, stretching my arms above my head.
“I’ll make you a coffee,” he says, wandering the few steps away to the kitchen. “I expected you to have this place cleaned up. I wanted to stay here tonight with you, but I suppose I can’t now. I can’t reward laziness,” he says, and I jump to my feet.
“I can clean it. I will get to work now,” I tell him.yet my belly rumbles hungrily, but I would ignore it if it meant he would stay the night here. Last night was unbearable.
“Sit. You don’t have time now. The sun will be going down soon,” he says, passing me the steaming mug.
“Ah, what time is it?” I ask, and he glances at his watch. “A little after 4 PM,” he says.
“But you said you would be here at lunch?”
“I got held back. I’m here now, though. Come here,” he says, patting his lap. I wiggle closer, only for him to pull me onto his lap. I rest my head on his shoulder, and he chuckles when I inhale his scent.
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