Page 78 of His Fierce Lycan Luna

“I warned you, Azalea, that I would do this. So if you wish to witness it, so be it,” I inform her coldly, stalking towards Peter with determination.

But Azalea launches herself at me, her hands grasping onto my arms tightly. I spin around and seize her face in my grip.

Her tear-stained face reflects her desperation back at me. “He killed our baby. He almost killed you!” I remind her, and her eyes flicker towards Peter. Her Lycan side flares up, her gaze burning brightly before dimming in defeat.

“Please, don’t make me do this,” she whispers, her voice trembling.

“I’m not making you do anything. Just go inside and I will handle him, you don’t have to watch,” I insist, my tone firm. She shakes her head defiantly.

“We lost our baby,” she murmurs, and I nod, closing my eyes momentarily to gather my thoughts.

“But that doesn’t mean we should lose ourselves. We are not child killers. We are not monsters. At the very least, Ester should be able to say goodbye,” she pleads softly.

How could she even suggest that? Peter never afforded her that opportunity. I open my eyes, finding her lip quivering as more tears spill over. I wipe them away with my thumbs and plant a tender kiss on her forehead, causing her to whimper. Deep down, she knows she won’t change my mind.

“Go inside,” I urge her, releasing my grip on her. She crumples to the ground, broken and defeated and I turn back to Peter.

“No! No, no, no, please! Please!” Peter begs desperately, but he remains frozen under my command. Suddenly, a scream pierces through the air, causing me to turn towards Azalea. However, it isn’t her who screams. Azalea is still on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably as she turns her head to the side.

“Mom!” Peter’s voice echoes in anguish, and when I follow his gaze, I see Ester standing just outside the gates.

Instead of looking at her son, her gaze is fixed upon Azalea. Trey rushes out the doors with a ferocious growl, and Ester jumps in surprise when Azalea rises to her feet with astonishing speed. It’s a wonder she doesn’t faint from the sudden motion. With a swift gesture of her hand towards Trey, Azalea unleashes her command, sending it surging out from within her along with an intense blast of her aura.

“Stop!” she roars, and Trey is thrown back against the doors as if hit with the weight of a force field. Her command sends shock waves through me and if it were directed at me, she would drop me. Her eyes glow brighter than ever, taking on an eerie look, an almost white light. They burn so brightly that it hurts my eyes to look at her.

Trey smashes against the doors, ripping one door off by the hinges completely as it crashes down beneath him. He grunts, and I stare, shocked. I knew the Landeena’s and Azures have power, and have seen the way her father cheated in the trials. His command has the power to kill, and looking at Azalea, she has now just awoken it.

What terrifies me the most is the thought of her realizing what I am hiding from her. Her gaze goes to mine, just as Ester drops to her knees at her feet. I swallow guiltily, and she does not take her eyes from me, not even as Ester begs.

“Please! It’s not his fault! Kill me. Please, let me take his place,” Ester pleads, and Azalea pulls her gaze from me.

She is furious, and her entire body trembles with anger so hot I worry she will set the castle on fire with it.

The history books always told of the Landeena Power, and looking at her, I realize she holds her father’s power and if she also holds her mother’s, she will be a force of nature. No onecould contend against a Landeena and she was born of not one gifted bloodline, but two. Both Landeena and Azure.

Azure the powerful, Azure the pure, Azure the great. So the history books read. Azalea is also Landeena. Their history books read similarly. Landeena the blessed, Landeena the beholder of divine power, Landeena our salvation, and now she had awoken it. Now she possesses what was suppressed, and I know without a doubt that I have some answering to do. And now she has awoken it, the entire werewolf, Lycan and Hunter communities would be after her.

But first, I have to take care of Peter before she turns her wrath on me. Shifting, she would struggle to hold power long enough to contain my beast, given she has already used a heap of energy she hasn’t held before, which will wear her down and take a toll on her. So, I give in to it, letting that side take control. My claws slash down Peter’s face. Ester screams, and I move to break his neck. My fingers wrap around his throat when Ester’s words stop me, and so does Azalea’s command.

“He is a Landeena!” Ester screams simultaneously as Azalea orders me to stop. Though, her shock had her dropping the command long enough for me to grip his throat tighter and cut his air off, before I am frozen under it again. My head pounding to the force of it as I try to fight it; she can overthrow me. However, she is using power she has no idea how to wield, and it would be straining on her until she learns to harness it correctly.

I growl, turning to Ester. “He has immunity! He is King Garret’s son!” Ester cries, clutching onto Azalea’s pants.

“Please! He is your brother! He’s your half brother, please!” she begs, and I swallow, looking down at Peter my hands trembling as I squeeze his neck.

“Let him go,” Azalea says, her voice trembles, her eyes flicking toward me. I growl at her and her eyes blaze with anger,and her next words slam against me with the force of a freight train.

“Let him go. I have already lost my child and I will not witness another lose hers! Let. Him. Go!” she commands, with tears trekking down her face. Yet her words are clear and unwavering.

I can feel her betrayal, her sadness, her anger, and her confusion. She is full of every emotion I can think of, but the biggest one is grief as she looks down at Ester, clutching her leg. My hand lets him go, and he gasps for air. Yet I am rendered powerless to kill him by her command when Azalea speaks, drawing my attention to her.

“I would do anything to be able to have my baby. You have a chance to hold yours. I will never get that chance. Your son took it from me. However, I would never wish that on any mother even after what you have both done,” she tells Ester, who sobs. Azalea then looks at Peter.

“Go to your mother, Peter,” Azalea whispers. I grit my teeth as her command overrides mine easily, and he rushes to her, falling at her feet. Ester clutches him tightly when Trey roars, getting to his feet.

Azalea turns to face him. His anger forces his shift as he lunges at his sister and Peter. Ester shifts taking on her brother to stop him from getting to her son. Azalea just stares at them before turning and walking off, looking defeated, and that’s all I feel through the bond too. Her defeat, pain, anguish and grief when Ester tosses Trey aside and snarls. She bares her teeth at her brother before they both lunge at each other, ripping each other apart.

Peter screams for his mother, and I feel Azalea stop and glance at them while Peter sobs on the ground. I try to piece together what is happening and what isn’t happening. She isdefending the boy she refused to acknowledge, fighting her own brother for him.

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