His Lost Lycan Luna (Kyson and Ivy)

His Found Lycan Luna Chapter 108

Azalea POV

Dustin had a hold of my arm as I walked down the steps. I kept trying to shake his hand off my arm

because he was making walking difficult. I felt fine now that the painkillers had kicked in, and my head

didn‘t feel on the verge of exploding and pulsating like someone was throwing a concert inside my

skull.

“Dustin, I am fine,” I tell him. The storm outside had finally blown over, and I could see a few of the

servants lingering by the doors as they peered out at the destruction it had caused. When one of the

guards moved toward us, we had just reached the bottom of the stairs near the kitchen‘s entry.

“A tree has crushed the main gates. A few of us will go out with chainsaws to remove it. Damian wants

to check the town to see if anyone needs help,” he tells Dustin, who nods, waving him off. We started

walking down the corridor toward the ballroom when we spotted Rachel, one of the servant‘s that

worked in the kitchen, peering out the enormous windows that ran along it.

“Bloody storm was wild,” she tells us, turning back to the window.

“Obliterated the east wing. It will need re...” The bang was horrendous, and blood splattered my face as

the window where she stood exploded along with the entire wall. Stone and debris flew everywhere,

and chaos ensued just as the mind–link opened up, and Damian screamed through the mind–link that

we were under attack.

Dustin shoved me out of the way just as a second explosion went off, and I ducked for cover. The

ground and building rocked and shuddered from the blast.

“Get to the tunnels!” Dustin screamed out to anyone nearby while trying to shield me as gunfire rang

out loudly outside. Bullets pelted through the windows making the remaining glass rain everywhere.

“Azalea!” Kyson screamed through the link, and I could feel him racing to get to me. Felt his presence

get closer when men in armor started coming in through windows, doors, and blown–out walls.

Dustin shifts, shoving me toward the ballroom.

“Get inside and lock the doors!” He snarls before turning and racing to join the fray as hunters come

from every direction. I take off running, keeping low, only to trip and land flat on my face. Dust covered

me, making it hard to see when I felt my hands become wet. I blinked, looking down to find I had

tripped over a piece of Rachel‘s torso. Her limbs littered the corridor, and I shrieked. Scrambling to my

feet and rushed toward the doors at the end of the hall.

“Abbie!” I scream, praying that once I open the door, I don‘t come face to face with dead children and

staff members, yet as I approach the huge doors, they burst open, and I see daylight filter in from a

blown–out wall. When Clarice rushes out, the kids race toward me, and I wave my arms, knowing they

are running straight into the action. She grabs them, turning them toward the right corridor.

“Get to the tunnels!” I yell at her, and her head whips up and turns in my direction just as Abbie and

Tandi rush out the doors. We meet up and take off along with the servants that survived the blast

toward the back doors.

“There are tunnels in the woods! There‘s a bunker not far from here!” Clarice yells through the mind-

link, and I scoop up Oliver as he slows while Clarice clutches Logan‘s hand. Our feet pounded on the

stone floor to the double doors that led toward the gardens when an explosion went off directly behind

us. The roof crashes down around us, and am tossed into a wall.

I see black momentarily, and my ears ring loudly when Tandi grips my arm. I could see her lips moving,

yet I heard no sound. She yanks me to my feet, and we start running again, I see Peter grab Oliver as

he chases after Clarice.

“Where are you?” Trey yells through the link just as someone outside opens the doors. Everyone

screeches to a halt, and Clarice shifts, snarling savagely as she puts her body between ours and the

door. Yet when the doors open, it is Trey.

He waves us forward, and everyone piles out as he points toward the forest. Servants rush out,

ducking their heads. and I see Abbie behind me, clutching Tyson. She was bleeding and struggling to

hold him, and Trey took him from her before we all started racing toward the tree line and the cover of

the trees.

Kyson, I could feel he was injured, yet with everything going on, I didn‘t have time to worry. Too busy

trying to get out of the corridor before the roof caved in completely. Bursting through the doors, smoke

filled the sky and the smell of gunfire. Shouting and screaming rang out loudly, and the place had

turned into a war zone. It was hard to tell our guards from the hunters, except for the insignia

emblazoned on their chest armor.

I push Abbie forward after Trey, and we race up the small incline when I see Clarice stop up ahead.

Oliver, I could see beside her; I was holding her hand until Peter grabbed him and took off with him.

Tandi stopped beside Peter and Clarice, yet as she paused and looked back at us, her eyes widened,

and a blood–curdling scream left her as she looked past me toward the hill of the cemetery. My eyes

scanned my surroundings, and it was as if time had stopped.

Logan wandered around the carnage like a little boy lost, dazed, and covered in dust and blood. I don‘t

think; I just reacted and took off for the hill as Lycans fought men around us. Reaching for him, I wrap

my arm around his waist, pivoting on my heel as I swing him into my chest. My foot slips on the soft wet

grass, and I hear the whizz of bullets as they barely miss us. Out of my peripheral vision, I can see

Gannon by the flat terrain before the hill down to the stables, fighting alongside his men. Kyson, I

couldn‘t see but knew he was alive.

Trey screams at me and shoves Tyson in Clarice‘s arms while I race to get back to the small amount of

safety that the side of the building offers. Abbie waves me forward, and my feet slip on the grass,

Logan rolls out of my arms, and I blink dazed and reach for him just as I hear Abbie scream.

I look up to see her running toward me before a bullet grazes my shoulder as I grab Logan. I hissed,

the pain searing into my arm as the bullet went through, yet stilf, I ran towards it. The growls and snarls

tear through the air around us as Abbie reaches for Logan in my arms when her eyes widen, looking

behind me.

Her body collides with mine, arms locking around me in a hug, and she turns me. My eyes lock onto

the hunter behind us. In his hand, he held a gun aimed at me but was now aimed at Abbie. Seconds

before, I hear her gasp, and her body jolts against mine.

My heart stops as I feel the bullet hit her in the center of her back. Her gasp would forever haunt me,

but not as much as her following words.

“More than my life,” she rasps out in choking pain, clutching me as she takes the bullet intended for

me. My eyes widened in horror, my scream was visceral and echoed off the trees and above any noise

around us. “Abbie! No!” | screamed, trying to clutch her limp body as she collapsed against me, Logan

trapped between us as I tried to hang onto her.

Gannon‘s howl was more of a wail as it rang out loudly through the sky and tore through me.

“Abbie! Abbie!” I scream, trying to wake her, and I hear Tyson scream behind me somewhere. My eyes

go to the hunter, who raises his gun again. Only Trey collides with him, taking him down. Yet I couldn‘t

move; I could only scream as I clutched her. Abbie‘s blood drenched my arms as her head rolled back,

her eyes vacantly looking up at the sky as blood dribbled from her parted lips.