His Lost Lycan Luna (Jessica Hall) novel Chapter 231

His Found Lycan Luna Chapter 106

Kyson POV

Everyone was frantically looking for Azalea, Tyson, and Tandi as Cedric and I pulled up. Trey was in a panic because he could tell she was unconscious, so he couldn‘t feel her through the sire bond. I couldn‘t feel her either through our mate bond.

Cedric and I raced toward where we could see smoke. I had been trying to force the mind–link to reach her. When I felt her pain, I knew something terrible had happened, and I nearly ran the car off the road as I was smashed through the bond. Though how trouble found us, I had no idea. I left the entire guard here but Cedric, and still, shit went wrong and wasn‘t enough to protect her.

Now all I could think about was finding her. Damian, Gannon and Dustin I had to order to find Tyson and Tandi, the compulsion from the oath had them frantically caught between their Queen and their mates and children. Something I may have to reconsider. Azalea would be devasted if their desire to help her overruled that of Abbie and Tandi or their children.

“Fire! The stables are on fire,” Trey says, pointing to the stables. I could hear Damian shouting orders through the mind link while I was trying to reach Azalea when Gannon gripped my arms. It was utter chaos.

“Where is Tyson?” Gannon asked while Abbie raced across the lawns toward the stables, screaming for her son. Guards were using hoses and buckets, trying to put the fire out. As I ran through the back doors of the stables. The trapped horses inside their stalls were bucking and trying to break out as the flames drew nearer, licking up the walls and roof.

Liam was frantically ripping stalls open and letting the horses out. Dustin was calling out for Tyson, who I could hear crying, yet the smoke was so thick, the heat intense the closer we got to the front of the stables. Black billowing smoke spewed out, making it difficult to see and the fire raging as the doors banged in the wind.

“Got him,” Dustin yells before rushing past me yet I couldn‘t see Azalea anywhere or pick up her scent with the smoke. Dustin rushes out with Tyson in his arms. I cough, choking on the smoke, checking the stalls for Azalea when I feel her wake. The mind–link flickers weakly like she was trying to reach me.

“Kyson,” she murmurs. Her consciousness was weak through the bond, and I could feel how much pain she was in, my own head throbbing along with hers.

“Where are you, Azzy?” I rushed out, knowing she won‘t be conscious for long.

“Woods. Tanner,” she murmured, and I could feel her slipping away from me. “Stay with me, Love. Hold on. I need you awake, so I can find you,” I tell her, but the link dissolves no matter how much I try to hold on to it.

“Get to the woods. It‘s Tanner,” I scream across the link and hear the howls of the Landeena guard outside as they take off through the woods in hunt of their Queen. “On it,” Liam yells out from somewhere outside.

Liam and Trey, who I knew, rushed off the moment he felt that sliver of her consciousness. He would be trying to follow his sire bond. I try to navigate my way out of the enormous stables when I hear Damian‘s voice.

“Tandi!” Damian screams out as he rushes into the stall across from me.

“Kyson, help me,” Damian yells as I am about to run for the door to go after Azalea. With a growl, I move to help him to find her top half trapped beneath a trapdoor. He opens the lid, and I rip her out. The trap door falls heavily to the ground with a loud thud.

“Tanner, your gardener. He took Azalea,” Tandi gasped as I heard the cracking of the tin above us. It was going to cave in any minute, and we needed to get out of here.

“Larkin is down there,” she gasps, choking on the smoke. I passed her off to one of the guards, who was helping free the horses. He quickly takes her and runs out with her. My vision burned as the smoke got thicker. My lungs wheeze with each breath.

“The old tunnels and I think I figured out who was supplying the wolfsbane to that witch, Damian growls as I look into the trapdoor. Larkin wriggled on the ground shackled by rope, and silver chains that I could smell were doused in wolfsbane.

“Don‘t just stand there. Help me,” he chokes out. Damian grits his teeth and I know he believes if he let him die, all his issues would be solved.

“I need to find Azalea,” I tell him. I couldn‘t care less for Larkin right now when my mate was in the woods somewhere. Shifting, my vision adjusts, and my hearing strengthens as I shove out the doors and run for the forest.

I can hear every crunch of twig and leaf, even over the raging storm, sniffing the air as I run. I pick up her scent in minutes, along with the savage sounds of fighting. Bursting through a thicket of trees, I find Azalea unconscious on the ground.

Liam and Trey had Tanner pinned to the ground as he thrashed and snarled. His brown Lycan form is drenched in blood, yet I race toward Azalea. Rolling her over, I scoop my arms beneath her.

“Need me to handle the gardener?” he asks, but I shake my head.

“No, that bastard‘s mine!” I growl before moving toward the stairs. Walking back through the corridors, it was chaos. The storm was in full swing, and guards and staff rushed around to secure everything and lock us down.

Moving through the kitchens, I headed for the pantry. I walked down to the cellar before walking down to the cells. Moving to the back cell, I find the trapdoor already open and descend the stairs to the old Dungeons.

The draft was cold here, and the concrete steps made my heavy footsteps echo off the old stone walls. I hear the clanging of the chains and Tanner‘s screams as Liam and Trey chained his arms and legs to the old wooden rack. The rack had rollers at each end, and once secured, you could turn the leavers, and it would stretch them.

It is a rather painful and gruesome death. Reserved for the worst kinds of people. Tanner was one of those people. He touched my Queen, and he would pay with his life but not before I tortured the answers out of him.

The old iron–barred door creaks as I pull it open, and Tanner‘s cries grow louder when he sees me step into the cell.

Trey snarls and backhands him. His head whips to the side. “Get back to your sire; I will handle him,” I tell Trey, who was all too happy to go back to his Queen.

Moving around the table, Liam clips the silver strap across his head so he can‘t lift it while I grab a hose and funnel.

“Get me some wolfsbane,” I tell Liam, who rushes off to get what little supply we had left. Funny how we struggled to source it, and this fucking worm had been growing it beneath our noses this entire time.

“I can explain,” Tanner whimpers as I set the funnel beside him for when Liam comes back. I drag my claws down the side of his face and lean down.

“That you will,” I growl before grabbing his hand and lifting it. I place it on the vice–grip before twisting the lever. His screams echoed off the stone walls as I crushed his hand slowly. Listening to each bone break. And this would be just the beginning. No one wants to be down in the dungeons with me. You know you fucked up if I bring you here because once down here, you never leave. Or if they do, it‘s in pieces.