Page 6 of His Lost Lycan Luna

Facility? The place looks like it should be condemned.

'What's with you?' my Beta asks through our unspoken link. I realize I haven't moved and am still staring after the two girls who are huddling close together as they walk.

I force myself to move, following the birdlike woman. Her face came to a sharp point with equally sharp facial features. Her poorly-dyed hair did nothing to hide the gray peeking through, and her mouth seemed to be formed in a permanent scowl.Man I’d be depressed to live here,he thought.

"Those girls, follow them and stay out of view," I tell Damian before he turns around quietly, walking after them. Gannon, my third in command, takes his place beside me and follows me inside.

The inside of the building is clean but sparsely furnished. The old woman shows me around, jabbering to me about the different activities the kids appear to enjoy and some other rubbish. Yet I still can’t seem to get the girl out of my mind.

"The two older girls that are here. What is the deal with them?" I ask.

"Oh them, you need not mind about them. I don't think they will be around much longer," Mrs. Daley says as she looks at me over her shoulder, trying to figure out what to call me. "I'm sorry, I didn't get your name," she says.

"Gannon," I tell her, and I see Gannon's lips tug up in the corners at me stealing his name.

"Right, Gannon, well those two girls are nothing but trouble. Been here eight years and a right pain in my ass," she says.

"Their names?" I ask her, following her upstairs to the bedrooms, peering in each one.

"Um..." she pauses, and I stare at her. How does she not know their names? She blushes before looking away and trying to change the subject.

"You didn't answer, Mrs. Daley. The girls' names?" Gannon asks her, knowing I want to know. He knows something is up with me, yet I can’t even explain it myself. I have never shown interest in anyone in these packs when I've visited before, but there is something about that girl that entices me, and Gannon can tell. He's an observant man –one reason he is so good at his job– so he keeps on pressing her to answer.

"I don't know. I will have to look up their true names," she says, wandering off, and Gannon follows her into an office. I was going to push for their names but was grateful to Gannon for the support, knowing I’m trying not to come on too strong.

"They have been here for eight years, and you don't know their names?" Gannon asks, just as shocked as me.

"They are rogues, sir. Not worth knowing," she states, pulling out some papers. With as long as it's taking, I realize she must not have any actual files on the girls, which irritates me more. How hard is it to do things properly around here?

"Then what do you call them, if not by their names?" Gannon snaps at her. She is clearly shocked by his tone, and I smirk at her.

"Usually rogue, or you, or…" her voice trails off as she averts her eyes in embarrassment. Gannon holds up a hand, dismissing her, also disgusted that this woman would be so discriminative of them just for being rogues. It wasn't uncommon; packs never bothered to hide their dislike for rogues, but even they gave them the basic decency of using their names.

"That's enough. Move on," I tell her, wanting to get this over with already. This woman is infuriating me, and I am finding it harder and harder to hide who I am the more she speaks.

All I want is to go find those two girls, telling myself it is just out of curiosity and not the dark-haired beauty that has been taking up my thoughts, having caught my attention completely. Damian will watch over them until I figure out what I want to do.

The mind link opens up and I feel Damian come through. 'My King, is there a particular reason I am following them?'he asks curiously.

'I just want to know where they are going,'I tell him.

'Seems to be a meeting; the new Alpha just arrived and has called them to a stage. It seems to be some sort of hearing.'He pauses for a second before I hear his voice again flit through my head. ‘Wait, it is the determination of whether or not they stay,'Damian tells me, and I realize something: the dark-haired girl; I never sensed her wolf, so she wasn't even of age to be determined.

'If he auctions them, buy the dark-haired girl,'I tell him.

'Yes, my king,'he says, closing the link. It is common practice. I never agreed, but the packs kicked up a stink when we said the children were off-limits. They agreed to stop killing them if they could choose their fates when they came of age.

Most packs banished or took them in, but some still sold them off or killed them, though the two last options are frowned upon unless warranted.

As we walk back outside, Mrs. Daley shows us the run-down equipment and some of the kids' paintings hanging on the clothesline to dry. The link reopens abruptly.

'He is sentencing them to death! What do you want me to do?'Damian asks, alarm in his voice.

'Stop it. I will be there soon. The dark-haired girl isn't even on age for him to decide her fate!'I tell him. Abruptly turning on my heel, I walk out, knowing Gannon would deal with the headmistress for me.

"Sir, I still have a few things to show you," I hear her voice call out, but I ignore her. Something is pulling me toward the center of the village, urging me on to that raven-haired beauty. I can’t explain it; something in me wants her, and the thought of someone hurting her makes me want to kill whoever dares to try.

ChapterFive

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