Page 17 of His Fierce Lycan Luna

ABBIE

Gannon sighs heavily. “I’m sorry. I just want to be the one to do it.”

“Okay, I won’t ask Azalea,” I tell him, and he lets out a breath.

“But-”

“But you still aren’t sure you want to be a Lycan,” Gannon says.

“No. I was gonna ask if we could do it tomorrow and not when we got back home,” I tell him, rubbing my temples.

“Wait. You will do it?” Gannon asks. I look up at him to see his shocked face.

It’s true, I had been unsure, even amid the multiple times he asked me. The answer was always no. But in the last day or so, I’ve been feeling a change of heart. I could be with Azalea, and I had Gannon. I love Gannon, but I also worried he would get bored of me since I am not even sure I can have sex or be with anyone that way. At least not yet anyway, but would he still want me as my broken, damaged self?

“Yes, I will let you change me, but do we have to-”

“No. We don’t have to have sex, Abbie, but you know it would eventually send you into heat with me marking you. Azaleachanging you won’t, neither would Kyson because he has a mate, but I don’t have a mate. So I wouldn’t just be changing you. I would be claiming you.”

I gulp at his words.

“I just want to be clear on that. You will go into heat eventually,” Gannon says. I swallow and nod.

“I know, just, I want a little bit more time.”

“And you have all the time you want, and we don’t have to do it tomorrow. I just ask that if you are going to become a Lycan. When you choose that, I just hope you choose me to do it.”

“Okay. But we can tomorrow, I just want to check on Azalea first. Do you think she is awake? I wouldn’t mind ringing her too since it will be too late to see her by the time we get home.”

“You can try her on my phone,” Gannon says, handing his phone to me. I take it from him, and he tells me the pin to get in it.

“You know how to ring her?”

I nod. I had plenty of practice, but when I notice the time, I decide to send a voice text since I can’t write. Usually Gannon types for me.

I open up the messages, only when I do I see a picture message from a thread he was in. I gasp at the mutilated body of a woman, and Gannon looks at me. He glances down at the screen before trying to snatch the phone.

“I thought you were ringing Azalea,” he growls, trying to reach for his phone.

“Why is Blaire on your phone?” I ask, staring down, horrified at the screen. Why? I had no doubt it was her. I would recognize her face anywhere, it haunts my dreams, and I always wondered what happened to her. I hoped she got free of the pack, but here she is dead on his phone screen. Yet as I scroll through the photos, I begin to feel sick.

“Blaire?” Gannon asks.

“Pullover. I am going to be sick,” I tell him, and he rips the car to the side of the road.

I toss the door open, throwing up. And empty my stomach. Seeing her mutilated body makes me sick, dry heaving until nothing but bile remains. Gannon races around the car, snatching the phone from my hand and pocketing it. He goes to grab me, but I take a step away and stand up.

“Did you kill her?” I ask, horrified, wondering why he would send that to Liam.

“What? No!” he says, stepping toward me, but I take another step back.

“Abbie?”

“Why is she on your phone?” I demand, and his brows pinch. Gannon pulls his phone out and looks at the screen.

“You know this girl?”

“Yes. Her name is Blaire. She was one of Kade’s girls. Now answer me. Did you kill her?” I demand.

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