Page 11 of His Fierce Lycan Luna

My knees buckle underneath me. My blood sprays across those on the other side of the fence when all hell breaks loose. Kade’s pack starts running toward the fence, suddenly trying to get in. My knees drag across the ground from the force of the gate being pushed inward. I can’t see past them to see what is happening and don’t even care when the whip tears into me again.

Gunshots ring out, and I hang limply in handcuffs, my wrist bent backward painfully and on the verge of snapping under my weight. I feel the barbs tear out of my skin, ripping my flesh away. My head feels too limp to hold upright and all I can think about is the pain radiating through my back when someone’s head is shoved through the iron-barred gates beside me. I blink deliriously, finding it odd. How did it fit through the bars?

Screams ring out loudly, but all I can do is blink at the man’s head stuck between the bars. It takes me a few moments to realize that the bottom half of his body is missing. My head rolls to the side, and I see the men in armor backing up, guns trained down the driveway as they fire. I thought my eyes were deceiving me when I watch around 50 Lycans ripping into Kade’s pack members and the council’s men, ripping them limb from limb. People run everywhere to escape as chaos breaks loose.

I can’t tear my gaze away from the horrors on the other side of the gate, my eyes wide, and I feel sick to my stomach. Hearing screaming, I turn to find Cassandra. Her hands cup her mouth as she watches, helplessly, as her pack is torn to shreds. Suddenly I drop to the ground, and I don’t even realize someone is uncuffing me. My body is limp as I stare around at the slaughter. Hands grab me, ripping me against someone’s chest. My back arches as I try to get the pressure away from my back.

Seconds later, the iron gates burst open. And there’s a knife pressed to my throat by the person holding me. Out of the corner of my eyes, I see a group of Lycans stalking into the castle grounds.

I am vaguely aware of Kyson talking to me, yet I cannot understand what he is trying to tell me.

“Get the car ready?” Denali says. The Lycans circle us before dropping on their knees around us. The whole thing is surreal as I look around, trying to figure out what is happening, when I notice Dustin roll over as he starts to wake.

“Take so much as one step toward us, and I will kill her. You have all just interfered with the council. There are severe penalties for obstructing justice,” Denali says, walking past me to address the Lycans kneeling. They growl and snarl, watching him. But the council members are all Lycan, and I feel his aura demanding them to submit, forcing them to remain where they were.

“Now, I am willing to let this slide, so back up,” Denali ordered.

“She may be King Kyson’s Queen, but she will be held accountable for her actions,” Denali snarls, causing Dustin to laugh maniacally.

Denali turns his head to look at him as Dustin sits up, his arms still cuffed behind his back. He starts ripping at his handcuffs, once, twice, thrice, and I hear his wrists snap and shoulders dislocate before he rolls his shoulders, bringing his hands around to the front. Kendrick runs at him, but Dustin moves quickly, sweeping his legs out from under him and pivoting on his knee, so he was suddenly on Kendricks’s back, his knee pressed to the back of the man’s neck.

“And who are you? Let Kendrick up now,” Mr. Crux growls, dropping me at Denali’s feet. Dustin rebreaks his wrist before gripping Kendricks’s hair and ripping his head back.

“No, wrong question Denali. The question you should be asking is, who is Azalea? Does her name ring any bells to you?” Dustin sneers.

Chapter

Eight

AZALEA

Denali towers over me, his gaze piercing and menacing. Meanwhile, Cassandra trembles behind him, clutching the back of his suit jacket for protection. With a forceful shove, Denali pushes her aside, causing her to stumble and fall onto the ground. A sharp shriek escapes her lips as she lands hard on her backside.

Kendrick, desperate to intervene, attempts to shift his position underneath Dustin’s knee. But before he can make a move, Dustin emits a low growl, grabbing Kendrick’s head and twisting it forcefully towards him.

The sight is too much for me to bear. My stomach churns, and I felt an overwhelming urge to vomit. As my body convulses, Dustin snaps Kendrick’s neck with a sickening crack. Rising to his feet, he casually wipes his hands clean and removes the darts embedded in his legs and chest.

Dustin’s voice cut through the tension like a knife. “Does the name Azalea Ivy Landeena ring any bells for you?” he asks, his gaze shifting between Mr. Crux, Denali, and the other man named Larkin.

I lay on the ground, my blood pooling around me, struggling to keep my eyes open as waves of dizziness washed over me. The presence of Kyson, growing closer by the moment, is the only thing keeping me from succumbing to unconsciousness.

“The Landeenas are dead,” Denali declares, though there is a slight falter in his usual confident demeanor. He’s uncertain; his eyes darting between Dustin and me. I can’t comprehend why my heritage matters to the council or what significance it holds in this escalating confrontation.

“Ask her who her mother is,” Kyson’s voice rings out, causing me to turn my head towards him. When our eyes meet, a feral growl escapes Kyson’s lips, sending shivers down my spine. The Lycans surrounding us instinctively step aside as Kyson storms through the gates, his gaze fixed on Denali. He approaches him with a predatory stride, treating him as nothing more than prey. With a swift motion, Kyson grips Denali’s throat, cutting off his breath.

“You dare enter my Kingdom unannounced and attack my Queen,” Kyson roars, his voice filled with fury. Denali struggles to breathe, clutching at Kyson’s hands in a desperate attempt to free himself.

“The law states we can enter,” Denali chokes out, his face turning an alarming shade of purple as Kyson’s grip tightens. Kyson glances at Dustin, who rushes towards me, pulling me up so that I am sitting upright.

“Your laws are nothing but bullshit, and you know it. She told you that I ordered her to command them, and yet you still laid your filthy paws on my mate,” Kyson snarls. Mr. Crux reaches out, attempting to calm the situation.

“Crux, I’ll give you two seconds to correct that mistake,” Kyson warns, causing Mr. Crux to hastily retract his hand and back away in surrender. Kyson locks eyes with him.

“You will mind your tongue when speaking of my mate. Now, as I was saying, Denali, you are hereby sentenced for treason,” Kyson growls, releasing his grip on Denali. The council member falls to the ground at Kyson’s feet, gasping for air and clutching his throat.

“Treason!” Larkin exclaims, rushing forward. However, upon meeting Kyson’s fierce gaze, he freezes in his tracks.

“Now, let me introduce my mate,” Kyson declares, motioning towards Dustin. With great care, Dustin scoops up my bloodied body into his arms, cradling me against his chest. He crouches beside Denali, who lifts his head to meet my gaze, his face flushed and contorted with pain.

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