His Lost Lycan Luna (Jessica Hall)
Chapter 57

Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 57 - Ivy POV

As the days slipped by, his scent lingered a little less. Each day passed, my senses sharpened, mymind became clearer, and slowly I found the remnants of what was left of me. After so muchsolitude, I had slowly returned and found who I was, no longer ruled by instincts I was unfamiliarwith. Agony was the only word I could use to describe it. One thing became obvious: I could notshift. It saddened me, and I wondered whether it was because of the bond like Gannon had said allthose days ago or if I was a failure in that regard too.

I had vague memories of the King coming into the room. I remembered him healing my hand, butthat was the last time I saw him. The King said he would be gone for two days; however, he wasgone so much longer than that; I did not know how long it had been since I left this room, left mynest, but I had a feeling a considerable amount of time had passed.

As the days dragged on, they became more manageable, a little less painful. Once Kyson's scent wasgone, and only my scent remained in the room, I realized that my den no longer fulfilled its originalpurpose, and the bond was now only a distant memory, or so I hoped. Eventually, I was able to seemy surroundings again. Clarity returned, and the fog lifted. It was like someone flipped a switch, andeverything either went numb or died off. I wasnt sure which one, but I didn't care. I could finallybreathe, finally felt more like myself in days.

As one of the servants slid a tray across the floor just inside the door, I was drawn to the sound ofthe door creaking open. Getting up, I moved toward her, and she shrieked, the noise startling meand making me jump back and away from her, and she quickly slammed the door shut behind her.The smell of eggs wafted to my nose, and my stomach rumbled hungrily.

Upon looking down, I realized I had no clothes on, making my eyes widen in shock. How long had Ibeen naked for? Shaking my head, I rushed to the cupboard to replace some clothes, only everythingwas shredded. I looked at the torn sheets and my lip curled in disgust as I scooped them up andsniffed them. My scent was potent on them and I definitely needed to replace something clean to wear.Claw marks shredded through every scrap of cloth in this room made me look at my fingertips.How, when I can't shift? It puzzled me. Shaking my head, I grabbed some of the longer pieces andmade a sarong out of them. I looked like a peasant. I chuckled at the thought as I stood in front ofthe mirror in the bathroom.

Mrs. Daley would have whipped me good for seamstress skills or lack thereof. Wandering out of thebathroom, I retrieved the tray from the floor by the door. Moving toward the fireplace, I sat on thefloor by the coffee table. My hands trembled as I picked up the fork, making me wonder when thelast time I ate was. I practically inhaled my food, barely tasting any of it. I was ravenous, and it barelytouched the sides. When I was done, I wandered around the room, wondering if I was allowed toleave the room. When an hour passed and I saw no one enter, I walked to the bedroom doorsleading in with my empty tray in my hand.

No one stood outside my door, no guards or anything, so I figured I must be allowed to leave theroom; I looked down at my lovely bedsheet attire and shook my head. Yep, I was doing this; I wasgoing to walk down to the kitchen and pray no one saw me in my sheet sarong or noticed the fact Ihad no clothes on underneath it or peeked my a*s, which I knew wasn't fully covered; I could feelthe draft from the open bedroom window caress against me. This was mortifying, but seriously itcan't be any worse than the King rejecting our bond, so I shrugged and stepped out. If I couldsurvive that agony, then I could survive a little embarrassment.

As I moved through the corridors trying to remember the way, one thing became clear. No one wason this side of the castle. The place was ghostly and quiet until I came to the stairs.

Straight across was the King's quarters, yet it was also silent, and no guards stood or lined thecorridors. It was eerily quiet, maybe because it was so early in the morning. The sun was only justrising. However, I thought, a little strange. Descending down, the stairs, it was the same.

Where was everybody? I couldn't figure it out. The kitchen was also empty, as I made my way to thelaundry room and retrieved a servant's uniform. I wasn't daring enough to enter the King's quartersin search of clothes. I was afraid of my nose picking up his mouth-watering scent and I would beplunged back into the darkness the bond held me in for days...

The sound of a horn in the distance made me move to the laundry window as I buttoned up myuniform to see everyone down by the river that ran at the back of the castle. It appeared the entirepalace was down there because no one was present or near, and the place was silent as the night.Grabbing some flats from the shelf, I slipped them on my feet and stepped out the back door towhere the long clotheslines were. This side of the castle was surrounded by fruit trees and gardens.Sheets flapped along with the breeze as I made my way down the back to the hill, where I could seeeveryone standing still as statues staring out at the horizon. I kept close to the trees, wanting toknow what was going on but also to go unseen.

All uniformed guards stood in rows, and people from the town outside the castle gates took upmost of the hill. Unable to see, I walked out of my hiding place and stopped beside one of theguards. I tried to see what was going on and why everyone had gathered around. The guard lookeddown at me, and I peered back at him in confusion when I saw his eyes glaze over. It was onlymoments later that Gannon was beside me. He led me down the hill bringing me to where Abbiestood at the front with Clarice and the castle servants. Only then did I realize why everyone wasgathered here. It was a cemetery. Hundreds and hundreds of black marble headstones lined the flatbefore the river.