Page 69 of His Fierce Lycan Luna

“I want to see Peter,” I admit. He opens his mouth no doubt to deny me but I hold my hand up silencing him.

“I need this please, I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t, and I know Kyson won’t let me, and he believes he is doing it to protect me, but I need this,” I plead, hoping he won’t wake Kyson to tell him of my plans. Trey’s eyes turn black and he looks torn but my blood is his sire, my blood he is oathed to.

“Can you at least tell Kyson? I am not comfortable going against him, he would see this as a betrayal,” Trey pleads. If I do, he may lock me in the room, or just go kill Peter without questioning him.

“You won’t, will you?” Trey sighs and rubs his temples. “At the very least, let me wake Liam to come with us, just to be extra safe,” he says, and I agree, one can never be too careful.

We meet Liam in the kitchens, he is still in his pajamas, which sit low on his hips, his chest is bare and a tattoo of a beast clawing out of chest is tattooed on his skin.

He tugs a tank top on as he walks in making me wonder how close his room is to the kitchens. Shaking that thought away, he drops a hand on my shoulder.

“Lass, maybe you should let Kyson deal with Peter,” he says, and I shake my head. I need answers then Kyson can deal with him.

“Aren’t children off limits?” I wonder how it would be possible. Would Kyson break the very laws he swore to uphold?

“Not when it comes to treason, there is an exception to every rule,” Liam explains.

I’m not sure how I feel about that, I’m not sure if I feel anything at his words. Trey walks ahead into the pantry opening up the door inside that goes to the stairs under the castle.

A chill rushes through me as we descend the stairs, and I stay close to Trey and Liam, using them like shields and they happily oblige as we navigate the winding tunnels before stopping at the cells. It’s dark here with the dim lighting and two guards stand either side of the cell.

Trey snarls and Liam places his hand on my side as if he is ready to rip me from the place, yet my eyes are on the boy that sits huddled in the corner, looking like the weight of the world rests solely on his shoulders.

Peter, a boy I trusted and despite what he had done. Some part of me hangs on to the hope he will tell me it is all a joke and it wasn’t him, that he hadn’t taken my baby from me. He is a child himself; a child who took my own child from me. Seeing him so broken and scared only makes his young age that much more painfully obvious.

Peter looks up, and I move to the bars. His head snaps up to look at me and he hangs his head. His knees are pressed to his chest; he looks small and meek. Though looks can be deceiving, was all of it a lie? Everything? I liked Peter, I liked his energy, his carefree personality, his bubbliness but now I see a monster ina child’s body, yet monsters hurt too. That becomes abundantly clear when he looks up, tears in his eyes that etch down his face and drip off his chin.

“I’m sorry, I… I didn’t mean… I panicked,” he sobs, and I look at Liam who is glaring daggers at him.

“Panicked? You drove a knife into her, that isn’t panicking that is calculated,” Trey snarls, hitting the bars and making him jump. The guards, I notice, step away from Trey, backing away from him as his body shakes violently. I place my hand on his arm and he calms some, glancing down at me.

Turning to the guard, I ask for the keys. Liam quickly grabs my hand to stop me and Trey presses closer to me like he will toss me over his shoulder for even thinking of going near Peter. He is detained, shackled with chains around his neck, ankles, and wrists; he isn’t going anywhere.

“He can’t hurt me,” I tell them.

“He already has,” Liam replies. I look at him and press my lips in a line. Yes, he has more than he will ever know.

“I want the keys, I am not talking to him through the bars,” I tell Liam who looks at Trey. They hold some secret conversation, and Trey growls, but Liam lets my wrist go. But when the guard goes to hand the keys over Trey takes them.

“I’m coming in with you and you remain by my side and Liam by his,” Trey says. I don’t fight him on it, I know he won’t budge unless I order him and I don’t have the fight in me to debate it. I nod my head, and he unlocks the door. Liam walks in first and stands near the wall beside Peter who flinches at his closeness. Liam, however, just offers him a cold glare.

Trey refuses to step aside to let me in, and he grabs my arm when I try before pulling me to the opposite side of him; however, he doesn’t close the door, probably in case something happens so I can run out. I go to sit on the steel bed but apparently that is too close because Trey grabs my arm, steeringme to the far wall. Liam leans over and tosses the pillow over from off the bed to him and he catches it dropping it at his feet.

“If you want to sit you can but not near him,” Trey says, and I sigh but sit on the pillow and lean against the wall. Though Trey remains standing, his leg brushing against my arm and I look up at him.

“Can you at least sit, it feels awkward with you standing,” I tell him, and he looks down at me before looking over at Liam.

“He moves, I will break his neck,” Liam says in more of a warning to Peter, but Trey sits beside me, though his entire body is tense.

Peter stares at the floor, sniffling and wiping his nose with the back of his hand. For a few minutes, I can’t bring myself to speak. The air is thick with tension but eventually, I find my voice.

“Why?” I ask him, and his head lifts, his eyes snapping to mine.

“I didn’t mean to, I..” He moves his hands and Liam has him by his throat instantly and my shriek makes him pause.

“He can’t hurt me, he won’t, will you Peter?” I ask. Peter chokes and sputters, his eyes bulging but shakes his head as best he can, and Liam lets him go, he falls to the ground gasping.

Peter pushes further into the corner away from him but his eyes return to mine after a moment.

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