His Lost Lycan Luna (Kyson and Ivy)

Chapter 218

Chapter 94 “You and Marrissa came with us a few timnes. My grandmother! She had curly red hair and always wore those bone things around her neck. Vou told me she looked like the wicked witch,” Abbie laughs. My brows pinched together as I tried to recall this memory or anything of that she spoke of. “She used to have the giant tire swing out the back under the banyan tree?” Abbie tells me. I shake my head. “Well, turns out you were right about her. She was a witch and human,” Abbie tells me with a laugh, yet was still wondering why I had no memories of this. Liam comes over to us and hands Abbie a glass, making me snith the air. I looked at Liam, swearing I could smell blood, but he looked fine. I shake my head, believing I imagined it, and sip my glass of wine that I still hadn’t finished. Abbie sips her glass and pulls a face at its bitterness. “Wait, your grandmother was a witch?” Trey asks, sounding curious. “That’s what Gannon said. Why?” Abbie answers him. “Nothing, just the name Sia sounds familiar to me for some reason,” Trey tells her but offers nothing else. “So where is your grandmother now, then? Maybe she can do a location spell on my daughter,” Tandi says, mumbling the last part, “Dead. We killed her seven years later when she came after Gannon for killing her daughter,” Liam says matter-of-factly as if Abbie wasn’t sitting across from him. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

“Woah, hold up! You killed her grandmother too?” Tandi asks, shocked. “Yep, and…” Liam’s words suddenly cut off when the door opened. The lights flicker on, and we turn toward the doors. “Okay. I was woken up by a guard saying someone was messing around in my kitchen only to find my Mudcake gone, along with half the pantry!” Simultaneously, everyone points at Trey, who throws his hands up, and I giggle. “And no one thought to invite me?” Clarice demands, wandering over. She plucks the whiskey bottle out

of Liam’s hand and drinks from it before sighing. “Fuck, I needed that! Those kids have been running rings around me all damn night,” she states before falling into our little circle on the floor. She hands the bottle back to Liam, who smirks and rolls onto his back on the floor, staring up at the ceiling. “If you’re going to raid my kitchen next time, an invitation would be nice, girls. Now, where is that cake?” she says. “I’ll get it,” Trey says, wandering off. I watch everyone get wasted while I remain nursing the same wine glass. They looked like they needed to let loose. Yet I couldn’t bring myself to drink when I was constantly at Kyson about his drinking. It didn’t feel right, and I was still sober along with Clarice when the sun came up. Who, I think, was sticking around to supervise, so we didn’t cause trouble. Meanwhile, Abbie could barely walk and was in fits of giggles, and her face was bright red from all the wine. She had also lost a slipper. Tandi is dancing on top of a table with Liam, while Dustin is on the verge of having a heart attack every time she gets too close to the edge. Liam was singing about some made-up song and kept calling Dustin his sweetpea, which ended with him being snapped at by Dustin. I laughed, watching them make fools of themselves while sitting with Trey and Clarice. “Always fun watching. Reminds me of when I was young,” Clarice says, sipping her glass of wine. “How old are you?” | ask. As far as Clarice was concerned, I didn’t know much about her. Only now had it occurred to me “too old,” she laughs. “Have you always lived at the castle?” I ask her while watching Abbie hunt beneath one of the bunk beds for her slipper. She comes out and jumps up victoriously, clutching it. “Pretty much. When I had my mate, we lived in town, and I used to walk here, but after he died, I preferred being at the castle. It was lonely in the house by myself. This place kept me sane.” she tells me. Just the thought of something happening to Kyson twisted my heart, so I couldn’t imagine losing him.

“What happened to him?” “He was a werewolf. I had been holding off on changing him, knowing how horrific it is to do so?” “What do you mean?” I ask, remembering that Gannon had tried to change Abbie. Clarice shakes her head. “That is something best explained by your mate.” “So what happened to him, then?” “This was just before your parents’ deaths. The hunter attacks were quite frequent, but they usually hit the packs. It was as if they used the packs for training when they hit them. Anyway, when we learned of the attacks, he wanted to help protect them, that they were his people, and he had family there. I refused at first, but he snuck off. Kyson found him dead and brought him home for me. He is buried in the cemetery by the river,” “And you never thought to find a new mate?” I ask her. “No, I loved my mate. After that, I focused on helping here. Put all my time into this place.” “When I first came here, I was hired as a nanny. I raised Kyson, Liam, and Gannon all here. Damian, too; I love all the staff as if they were my own. Then, once the King was older, he kept me on, and I stayed. Then I found my mate, then lost him a short time later, and all I had was this place, so I moved back into the castle.” she tells me. “So you never had a chance to have kids?” she shakes her head. “No, but I am hoping one day I will get to help you raise yours. When you’re ready, of course, to try again,” she tells me. I smile sadly and nod. A short time later, Clarice rises to her feet and says she had to check the boys. Yet moments after she left, the fun abruptly stopped when Damian burst through the doors furiously.