His Lost Lycan Luna (Jessica Hall)
Chapter 177

His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 177

Book 2. His Found Lycan Luna. Chapter 52

Kyson POV

It took hours for her to wake up, and Damian went back to the castle to retrieve some clothes, so Iwasn't walking around in just a hospital gown. I had just walked back into the room to replace that shewas sitting up. I felt nothing through the bond to tell me she had woken, and I only stepped out aminute to change quickly. As she pinched the front of her gown, I watched her look inside beforerubbing her thighs.

Her lips quivered, and she looked at her hands. Doc and I had cleaned her up, so she wasn't soakedin blood, but the way she looked at her hands was like that was all she saw. Moving closer, her headlifted, and she looked at me. Her voice held no emotion, and I felt nothing through the bond at all,like the bond no longer existed.

“Did you feel it?” she asked, and my hand stopped beside her face as it reached toward her. Iswallowed and stepped closer, cupping the back of her neck and messaging my fingers through herhair. Still, no reaction through the bond.

“I could feel it, feel it leave me,” she whispered, staring vacantly at my chest.

“I know, love,” I whispered, and she sat frozen, staring off.

"How about we get you home?” I asked her, and once again she said nothing, didn’t move, not evenblink. She was an empty shell, and I fought the urge to growl. I would kill him, but first, I needed totake care of her, but he would die for doing this to her once I found out why.

Azalea had no reaction when I picked her up, none at all. I took her home and set her in her nest,and she laid down.

Three days later

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She hadn't gotten out of bed in three days, she hadn't slept, and she hadn't eaten. Doc came andchecked her yesterday and said it was to be expected, and I was too frightened to leave her sidesince I still felt nothing through the bond. It was like she wasn't there at all, yet she was because Iwas staring at her.

I brushed her hair back before trying to move her up the bed so she could rest on me, but she slidstraight back down into her nest, burrowing back beneath the blankets as if they would somehowprotect her from the world.

Sighing, I place the book down I was reading to her and wander off into the bathroom. I ran a bathShe needed to get moving, something. I would take anything at this point. Not even my callingroused any reaction from her. Even the mind link was blocked. I filled the bath with bubbles andlavender, it made me crinkle my nose, but I knew she liked the smell. Walking back out, I retrievedone of my shirts from the closet. She was still in the hospital gown, but I was determined to get herinto something else. Hopefully, get her to eat or speak.

Once I had towels and a shirt for her, I checked the water and waited for it to fill before shutting thewater off. Stepping into the room, she was still in the same spot, and I had to untangle her from theblankets. I grabbed her, and she remained still as I removed her gown while she sat on the edge ofthe bed.

Goosebumps covered her skin, and I stripped my clothes off before grabbing her and climbing inthe bath with her. I set her between my legs, and she remains motionless while I wash her hair andclean her. We stayed in the water until it went cold, and I pulled her back out, drying her off andtugging my shirt over her head. Yet it angered me when she just rolled back into her nest that hadno order.

Clarice had sent up soup for me to try and get her to eat, but she just rolled over. Reaching for mywhiskey, I swig from the bottle. It was the only thing that kept me from losing my damn mind. Thesilence was killing me; not feeling anything through the bond was lonely. I just wanted a reaction.Any reaction would do, so I knew she was still with me.

I eye the nest, pissed off with how it obscured her from me as she hid under the blankets when thebottle slipped from my hands and shattered on the floor. I snarl at the mess I made.

My anger became too much and forced the shift. I stormed over to the bed, ripping at her nest,trying to fix the damn thing, yet I only managed to tear apart the mattress. With a growl, I droppedonto the bed. I was about to mind-link Damian to ring Doc again when I felt movement on the bedbefore feeling her hand run across my fur to my chest before she laid her head on my chest.Astonished, I stared at her. It was the first time she had moved toward me, and, of course, it had tobe when I wasn't in human form. I was tempted to change back, but I didn’t want her to slide awayin case she didn't move back into place.

I turned my face and sniffed her hair. I let my calling wash over her. She snuggled closer, and Isighed. Well, it was something; guess

When she woke a few hours later, I shifted back, and immediately she burrowed back down underblankets. The next few days, I came to notice she only came to me if I was shifted, and not in humanform, so I had spent the majority of my time in this state.

Hearing a knock on the door, I moved off the bed. Azalea had helped me fix her nest today; wechanged the sheets and fixed it up, but she didn't rebuild it like I hoped, which saddened me; I hadgotten used to the thing, such a bizarre thing for she-wolves to do, but still, I hated not curling up init with her.

Liam enters with strips of raw meat and cubed cheese and crackers Clarice had sent up.

"Still the same?” Liam asks, and I nod. It had been over a week, and still, she hadn't eaten. She wasdropping weight like crazy. This time I struggled as I was going to try to make her eat while in thisform. The claws would make it a real pain, yet she seemed more comfortable with me in my Lycanform.

“I was thinking,” he said as I went to turn away from him. I stop and turn to look at him.

"About what?” I didn't want to hear about Peter or theories right now. I only cared about Azalea.Peter was locked in the cells, and I would deal with him when I could.

"About why she won't go near you when you're not shifted,” he says. My brows furrow when I feelhim open up the mind link.

You can’t mate with her,” Liam says, and I growl, looking back at the bed before looking at Liamagain.

"Something to think about,” Liam says, and I nod, making me wonder if he was right. Yet I couldn'tlive in this form. I missed wearing clothes and using my hands properly. Claws and buttons don'tmix.

Liam walks out, and I move toward the bed and sit on it before propping her up on pillows, so she issitting up. My claws nick her arm by accident when I grab her, and I sigh, leaning down and lickingthe spot where I broke the skin. I watch it heal.

“Sorry,” I tell her, and she just stares at me, but she doesn’t even flinch. I pinch a beef strip betweenmy claws only to drop it. I growl, trying to pick the damn thing up again, only to drop it again whenshe moves to pick it up herself.

Her movements were robotic-like. She was on autopilot. Though excitement bloomed in me, shemanaged to eat half of what was on the plate, and despite me insisting she eats more, she wouldn't.I set the plate aside and laid down with her again,

eventually falling asleep. It felt like all we did was sleep and read. It felt wrong

I wanted to hear her voice. Yet it was Trey talking to Abbie outside the doors that woke me. Ijumped to my feet and saw that it was late in the afternoon, the sun slowly going down out thewindows. I could see the kids playing on the hill as I stood, I moved toward the door. Maybe Abbiecould get her up.

However, when I opened the door, I remembered she couldn't because she was still undercommand. Abbie was asking Trey how she was, and Liam was nowhere to be seen, so I assume heand Trey swapped places guarding Peter. I expected his grandparents to come looking for him, butno one did, or if they did, no one told me about it.

Tyson was perched on her hip. He was playing with her hair when I opened the door just as shegasped, peering out the window at the children playing on the hill. A brawl had started outsideamongst some of the older children. She thrusts Tyson at Trey, rushing down the steps to break itup. I watched from the window while Trey held Tyson.

“Maybe go help her,” I suggest seeing her and Clarice both struggling to separate the kids that weredetermined to get the last hit in. Trey sighs, passing Tyson to me and rushing toward the stairs.“Wait!” I call, and he stops on the steps.

“Take the boy with you,” I told him, holding him at arm's length.

“You want to help or not,” Trey says, and I look out the window to see guards trying to help andsigh.

"Just don't take too long.” I tell him, and he nods before disappearing. I perch the boy on my hip.Tyson was only small, and he tugged on my fur when he started making strange grunting noisesbefore wailing like he was being murdered and pointing toward the room.

“No, we can't go in there,” I told him when he started wailing and thrashing in my arms. He kicks mein the balls, making me drop him, but I catch him before he hit the ground, setting him on theground. He rushes off, and my eyes widen in horror as I turn to

replace him in our room. Unsure how Azalea would react to him. I rushed in. He was screeching andfisting air.

"What?" I ask him, trying to hush him and glancing nervously at the bed where Azalea was. Shedidn't seem to hear him or didn't care. I wasn't sure. He screeched and grunted again.

“I don’t know what you want,” I tell him, trying to pick him up and remove him from the room. I shhhim and peer out the window for Abbie. Who was scolding some of the kids?

“Your mother will be back soon,” I told him. He grunted, fisting his hands and squeezing themtightly.

"He wants the books,” Azalea says, and I jump, looking at the bed. Azalea is still in the same spot.Tyson also jumps at the sound of her voice and peers over at her. I set him down when he startedkicking his legs and moving to the bookshelf.

I point to each book when he goes crazy, grunting as I touch one with a picture of an apple on theside. Snow White. I pulled it from the shelf and handed it to him, and was about to escort him outwhen he rushed toward the bed.

I chased him, scooping him up before he climbed in, only for him to bite me, making me let him go.I growled and reached for him when Azalea sat up so quickly and snatched him before I could.

She sets him next to her, and Tyson opens the book. He smacks the pages, grunting and makingstrange noises. It was obvious what he wanted this time. He wanted her to read it.

Azalea doesn't say anything but grabs the book from him, holding it out to me. “He can read Tyson.You know I can't,” she tells him when Abbie returns, and it was like she walked into a wall as shetried to cross the threshold. Azalea stared at Tyson, brushing her fingertips through his hair, and Ibit my lip, knowing Abbie wanted her son when I mouthed to her.

“Can he stay for a bit?” she glances at Azalea, brushing his hair, and nods before walking off. Isighed. It was the most she had done, so I didn't want her to slip back into herself. I open the bookand start reading, and eventually, Tyson falls asleep, and so does Azzy.

Trey came in a few hours later to collect him for Abbie, and I expected her to roll away from mewhen I shifted back, now that the kid was gone. Instead, she moved closer and placed her head onmy chest. I kiss her forehead, tucking her closer.

Maybe tomorrow will be better, I thought to myself. Either way, tomorrow, I had no choice but todeal with Peter. He had been in the cells for over a week, nearly two, and I wanted him gone forwhat he did.