Page 45 of His Fierce Lycan Luna

“Find out who had access to her clothes, and I want every staff member questioned and have someone check the cameras,” Kyson adds and before giving Liam a list of things to organize before we leave.

Kyson leads me downstairs, and we pass Trey with a notepad in his hand. “Give it to Clarice to give Dustin, and you’re on guard with Liam Damian and me today. Meet us in the dungeons,” Kyson tells him.

“Yep, I will be down soon. Clarice washed the clothes and hung them on the line. Says they were on clothesline for most of the day,” Trey says, showing him.

“Are the outside cameras installed yet?” Kyson asks while flicking through the notepad.

“Yes, but not hooked up on that side, but we have the far garden ones and front ones working. We should be able to see who went up that way,” Trey answers.

“Have someone watch them while we are gone,” Trey nods, “Also, Clarice wants to know if you want her to pack you food and drinks.”

“No, I will buy anything we need on the way. I don’t trust anyone right now handling anything to do with Azalea.”

“Understood. I will let her know,” Trey says, rushing up the steps. We make our way to the dungeons. We had to go through the kitchens, and I can see Clarice busy going over sign-off sheet pages.

“My Queen, I am sorry. I will figure out who had access, I promise. I will wash everything myself and sit by the dryer,” Clarice says.

“Thank you, Clarice,” I tell her, and she nods, and goes to hug me but freezes, not her too. Stepping forward, I hug her. Kyson watches her warily. In fact, he watches everyone present in the kitchen warily, and his aura is deadly, making them cringe when we pass them, heading toward the colossal pantry that is nearly as large as the kitchen.

Kyson leads me to the back, where an enormous set of stairs lead underground. Kyson keeps a firm grip on my arm as we descend them because it is dark, and they are pretty steep. Once at the bottom, I look around and see this part is a vast wine cellar, filled with rows and rows of wine and spirits.

Kyson leads me around like he can walk this with his eyes closed and brings me to a dark tunnel. I see Abbie, who rushestoward me before freezing like she has hit a brick wall and becomes stunned. It is dark down here and cold, and I groan realizing I commanded her too.

“You can go to her, but when we get home, we are going to have to work on you removing the command over them,” Kyson tells me.

“You will teach me?” I ask him.

“I don’t have a choice,” he grumbles, and I get the impression he doesn’t like me being able to command anyone, making me wonder if I can command him, and that is why. Repeatedly, I have heard that Landeena’s blood is special. They have gifts, but after the way he said it and the feeling through the bond, it makes me wonder if my command would be stronger than his.

I reach for Abbie, who stands frozen, so I rush to her and huge her. Abbie explains about Cassandra and everything that she and Gannon found out. I wish she could come with us, but when I look over at Kyson to ask, he is in the cells with Cassandra, his entire body tense, and I can feel he wants to kill the woman but is respecting Abbie’s wishes. Yet he is angered because she didn’t just affect Abbie, but I was punished for it, and I know she won’t get off so easily.

“You will endure the same punishment,” I hear Kyson tell her.

“Kyson!” I call out to him. After hearing about Cassandra and Kyson commanding her to double-check what she said was true and confirming it, I feel the same as Abbie.

It is clear Kade brainwashed her. To her, he was a hero, yet she was entirely aware of her wrongdoings and apologized countless times. She just wanted to go home to her boys, and I agreed with Abbie she was as much a victim as we were in all this.

Kyson looks at me. “Let her go; I am fine. Enough blood has been spilled. Leave it be,” I plead with him. Kyson growlsand glares at her, and she backs away from him when he bends down, gripping the chain off the ground that is wrapped around her ankle. He yanks it, ripping it clean off the wall. Cassandra shrieks, and my heart beats quicker. I think he is about to whip her with the chain when he growls and drops it, instead grabbing her face.

“You come anywhere near my mate or Abbie, or I hear even a whisper of their names coming from you, I will have my guard hunt you down and string you up, then I will make your boys watch as I kill you for it, understood?”

She nods and whimpers, tears rolling down her dirt covered face.

I feel his aura rush out, and she gasps like she is choking. “You will come nowhere near Azalea or Abbie. You will never speak or utter their names again,” he says, his voice so calm it chills me to the bone. She nods, and he shoves her away before turning to the guards, and his eyes fall on Dustin.

“Dustin, run her back to her pack and get back here and help Gannon,” Kyson orders, and Dustin steps into the cell and grabs her arm, dragging her out when Abbie runs over to a small card table and snatches some sandwiches off it and bottled water before chasing after them.

Dustin stops, and she hands them to Cassandra before shocking me and hugging her. Cassandra stands frozen and looks pained, probably because of Kyson’s command not to come near either of us.

“Thank you,” I hear Cassandra murmur, and Abbie lets her go just as I wander back over to her.

“That didn’t feel right,” Gannon says, glaring after Cassandra.

“It wouldn’t have been right either to punish her,” Abbie says to him before groaning when she tries to step closer to me.

“I wish you could come with me. I don’t want to go back there by myself,” I tell her, walking to Abbie since she can’t come to me.

“And play this tug of war. I can’t move to you. Only you can come to me, that would be an issue, but it’s ok. I don’t think I could go back there, anyway. I never want to see that place again,” Abbie says and smiles sadly.

---