His Lost Lycan Luna (Kyson and Ivy)

“The ducks!” | blurt, my eyes going to the stables. The ducks were no longer on the little hill above the

stables, and my heart fluttered in my chest.

“The lake!” | shrieked in panic as I took off toward the stables. I rush to the narrow path and look down

toward the lake and small pier. I couldn’t see him anywhere when Tandi nudged me.

“There!” she says, pointing toward the stables where the ducks were huddled outside the stable doors.

My eyes widen, and I take off down the path toward the stables. The wind whips my hair around my

face as I reach the bottom just as thunder rumbled across the sky. Followed with the deafening crack of

lightning.

The ducks squawk and quack, flapping their wings as I step through them. I rushed into the stables,

almost slipping, catching myself on the stable door as I turned and peered inside. Relief floods me

when I see Tyson chasing a baby duck between the stalls. He had it cornered and was trying to coax it

out with a piece of straw.

“Tyson!” I breathe in relief, clutching my chest. My heart racing so hard that I thought I would have a

heart attack. At the sound of his name, he looks over his shoulder. “Du, Du,” he cackles with laughter.

“Yes, duck, duck,” I chuckle as Tandi walks in behind me.

“There you are, little man. Gave us a fright,” she says as I scoop him up off the filthy floor. The horses

were spooked

and carrying on. Hay was blowing around the stables from the open doors, making the wind whistle

loudly.

“Come on, we should get back before this storm hits. I don’t think it will be long before the rains pelt

down.” Tandi says as the wind chimes and buckets clang noisily and the rafter creak, the tin roof

groaning under the wind: the horse’s hooves on the floor are loud as we make our way back out.

“Du, Du,” Tyson says, squirming in my arms, wanting to catch the petrified baby duck.

“No, we can play later. Don’t you want to see mummy?” I ask him when we hear a bang.

“Heeelp!” | stop looking back into the stables at the spooked horses.

“Did you hear that?” I ask Tandi. She looks around but shakes her head, and we head toward the

doors.

“Help!” I hear the sound of choking coughs as we draw nearer to the last stall before the doors. I stop

looking at the spooked horse inside.

“I heard that!” Tandi says before we hear the loud banging noise thump again. The horse jumps and

goes up on its back legs, knocking some bales of hay down that were stacked on top of each other in

there with the horse, which I thought was a little odd.

“Help!” comes a croaked voice again before rapid, loud coughing.

“Tanner?” I call out as Tandi opens the gate of the stall. The horse rushes past, and we barely jump

back in time as it barges out of the stables taking off into the storm.

“Damn it!” Tandi curses as she tries to stop it.

“One of the guards will grab her,” I tell her.

“Down here!” comes a barking cough, and Tandi turns to look at the floor and the giant floor-to-ceiling

stack of hay that covered the entire rear wall

“Tanner? Is that you?” I yell out.

“Who is Tanner?” Tandi asks, kicking the hay around to see if he had fallen over in the ruined stall.

“The gardener and one of the stable hands,” I tell her when the coughing gets louder, and Tandi looks

behind the bales of hay on the far wall of the stall when she steps on something hollow. She stomps

her foot down, and I peer into the stall.

She bends down and sweeps her hand across the floor. :

“Down here,” comes the barking noise again, and Tandi sweeps her hand furiously. “Larkin?” she yells,

and I place Tyson down to help her.

“We can’t find him! Where did you go, Azalea?” Trey calls through the mind link.

“We found him,” I quickly tell him, having forgotten with all the noise and becoming distracted. I gasp

when Tandi hits a handle and looks at me. “Is that a trapdoor?” I whisper to her, forgetting about Dustin

in my head.

Tandi pulls on it, but it doesn’t budge. “Here, help me,” she groans, and I grab the other handle, and

together we rip it open. I fall on my ass, tripping over one of the fallen hay bales. Tandi jumps back as it

flings open.

“Ah, thank god!” comes the croaky voice of Larkin.

“Larkin?” Tandi says, peering down into the trapdoor. I get to my hands and knees and peek into the

trapdoor, finding blue and purple lights. Larkin was tied to a chair that had fallen over. All around him

were rows and rows of potted plants beneath the lights on tables. I sniff the air.

“Wolfsbane!” I whisper. My eyes widen at what I see, and I open the mind-link to report to Trey, Liam,

and Dustin.

*Trey, we found..” when I see darkness. Pain rattled across my head, and it was like everything slowed

down.

One second I was peering into the trapdoor. The next, I was on the ground, my eyes zoned out as my

head hit the floor, when a shovel clanged loudly next to my head.

My ears ring loudly, and I could feel the trickle of blood slowly sliver into my vision as it drips from

where I was hit.

Tyson, I could vaguely hear, was screaming, yet despite being near me, his voice sounded distant. I

tried to make sense of what happened before Tandi screamed, and I blinked, fighting to stay conscious

when she was shoved into the trapdoor, and the lid was slammed shut.

Just like that bitch Marissa! Just gotta stick ya nose where it doesn’t belong!” I hear an angry voice.

The mind link opens, and the last thing I hear is Kyson’s panicked voice when Tanner grabs the scruff

of my shirt, fisting it below my chin as he lifts me before I see his fist fly toward my face, and darkness

swallows me.

I swallowed, my tongue feeling thick in my mouth, and my arms hung limply by my head. I turn my

head, looking around to find myself upside down over Tanner’s shoulder, and we are deep within the

woods. The mind link was going crazy when I hear shouting in the distance and smelled the smoke

from a fire somewhere.

The stables are on fire, and I hear people shouting. Tanner curses and mutters, trudging through the

woods, and I remain silent when I hear his phone ringing.

“Kyson!” | murmur through the mind-link, barely able to hold a conscious thought. My head was

pounding like a drum, my skin laced in goosebumps from the dropping temperature.

“Where are you, Azzy?” he rushes out.

“Woods. Tanner.” I murmured. My consciousness waned, and I felt queasy and so heavy as I swayed

with each step he took

“What else did you expect me to do? Just meet me at the tunnels! The plan can still go ahead! The

hunters are already on their way. This changes nothing.” I hear Tanner yell at someone on the phone

before darkness sweeps over me once again.

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