Page 58 of His Fierce Lycan Luna

Both of us have our own struggles to contend with, and I know what Kyson struggles with most is insecurity. While what I struggled with most was beaten into me, engrained. Making me meek and fearful of everything, something I am trying to work on, yet you can’t beat a dog every day and expect it not to flinch when you pat it. Everything takes time, but I know Kyson will be patient. I just need to remember I have to be patient with him, too.

I know little about who I am, but I trust Kyson will eventually teach me. As much as he angers me, I do trust him. And after today and him letting me have control, I trust he will also one day let me find my voice. The one that was squashed and wassuppressed living here. So with those thoughts in mind, yes, I am ready to go home. Home is something I never thought I would have, but now I realize home is anywhere Kyson is.

We meet up with the bus at the first service station on the way out of town, which waits parked on the side of the road for our convoy. The bus is following us back to the castle. I feel terrible for all the children being cooped up on the bus for so long. Although we do stop twice to let them burn off some energy, and at the last stop, the children become too rowdy, so Liam climbs on the bus with them. When we finally reach the castle, it’s early morning.

We’ve arrived and are pulling into the castle when Kyson shakes my arm to wake me.

“We’re home, Love,” Kyson whispers, and I yawn. It’s still dark outside, but the castle is lit up like a Christmas tree.

“Clarice and everyone have set up the ballroom as a sleeping quarters for the children,” Kyson tells me, and I’m glad he thought ahead. I was too busy sleeping and forgot they would need somewhere to sleep. Kyson, however, seems to think of everything.

I climb out of the limo, and Kyson grips my arm to steady me since I’m still half asleep. The bus door opens, and Liam stumbles out, nearly getting knocked over as the kids rush out behind him. He stumbles past us. “I need a fucking drink,” he growls, looking worse for wear as he makes his way inside.

Clarice comes out the front doors, and I cover my ears at all the noise, trying to wake up as kids rush around everywhere. Moments later, I hear Abbie’s voice reach my ears.

“What the heck is going on out here?” she yells out. The kids, not hearing her, continue to rush around, and the castle staff look overwhelmed when Abbie sticks her fingers in her mouth and whistles loudly.

The kids freeze and glance in her direction, taking in the woman who stands before them, their eyes light up with excitement and then they are suddenly rushing toward her. Abbie smiles and is nearly knocked over when they spot her, all trying to hug and touch her. She beams, reaching for them, grabbing them, and hugging them. I stand back and watch as Tyson squeezes through the bodies, and tugs on her dress, she looks down and I watch every possible emotion cross over her features. “Tyson,” she almost whimpers, her eyes glistening with tears of relief before picking up Tyson. She buries her face in his hair with tears in her eyes while I make my way over to her.

“I missed you, mister,” she says, and he makes his grunting noises, bouncing in her arms. Gannon comes out behind her and leans in the doorway, watching her as she says hello to all the kids.

Abbie, finally noticing me, pulls me into a hug with one arm. “You got them out,” she whispers, wiping her tears. I nod sadly but now we have to find homes for them all.

“Katrina?” she asks.

“Now, Alpha,” I tell her, and her green eyes widen. She glances at Kyson behind me. He places his hand on my hip and pecks my cheek. The heat of his body seeps into my back before he reaches over and messes with Tyson’s hair. Tyson stares up at him before sucking on his thumb. I chuckle as the small boy who stares at him like he is a giant.

“They never have to go back?” Abbie asks worriedly as she glances at all the kids rushing around.

“Nothing to go back to,” I tell her, looking at the kids. Abbie looks at me, confused, and I answer her questioning look.

“I made them burn it to the ground. It’s gone, Abbie. All of it,” I assure her, and she sucks in a shaky breath and nods.

“We are never going back,” she chokes on emotion, tears slipping down her cheeks.

“Never, we are home now,” I tell her, and she clutches me, pulling me into a hug with one arm.

“More than my life,” she whispers.

“Forever more than my life. We have a home now, and we have set them free.”

“We are free,” she chokes on the word that for so long meant death to us, only now freedom holds a different meaning now.

“Free,” I repeat, and she sniffles and lets me go. She wipes her face before clearing her throat. She glances at the children who Clarice is trying to get their attention. Abbie and I both stick our fingers in our mouths simultaneously and whistle. They stop all freezing.

“Line up and settle down. You will wake the entire town,” I yell out at them. They all immediately line up into four rows. Abbie shakes her head and sighs, yet the kids listen and when Clarice claps her hands loudly, they straighten up.

“Now we have breakfast cooked and ready for you in your new room, but everyone has to be quiet and use your inside voices,” Clarice says. The kids all remain quiet before she turns on her heel.

“Now follow me, quietly!” she calls out to the kids, and they file in after her. Abbie and I follow behind them, and Gannon stops Abbie as she goes to pass him with a hand on her arm.

“Who is this?” he asks, shucking Tyson under the chin to look up at him. Tyson sniffs the air, and he must be able to smell Abbie’s scent on Gannon because he then waves and grins at him.

“This is Tyson, and Tyson, this is Gannon,” Abbie says, smiling fondly down at Tyson. Tyson makes one of his noises, and Gannon smirks.

“Hello, Tyson,” Gannon tells him softly, placing his hand on Abbie’s lower back. Abbie starts to follow after Clarice when she looks at Gannon before looking ahead, a strange look crossesher features, one I recognize to be fear. However, instead of heading toward the ballroom. I stop at the stairs because I am heading toward our quarters when Abbie stops also and I know immediately why she hesitates, she doesn’t want Tyson going into a new home, and I know she won’t lose him again.

She looks at me. “Az…” she doesn’t finish, but I know what she wants and I nod once letting her know it’s okay, he is hers, before turning to wait for Kyson to catch up, but he is talking to a guard.

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