His Lost Lycan Luna (Jessica Hall) novel Chapter 122

Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 122 – “Can I help you, sir?” I hear him ask before hearing Kade’s voice.

“I’m looking for a girl. Abbie, come out. This human won’t save you from me,” Kade’s voice growls.

“Sir, I have not seen a girl,” I hear the man say.

“I can smell her. Now come out, Abbie, before I k**l this man,” I hear Kade growl out. I s*****w, listening intently before hearing Abbie scream and loud banging and grunts. A furious growl tears out of Kade, and my heart sinks to my stomach, and I place the phone to my ear, and the phone goes d**d. “Abbie?” Yet all I got was the dial tone.

Dustin floors it, driving faster toward the town, when suddenly, he screams at the cars swerving off the road. It was like time slowed right down. My eyes widened when Dustin tensed and clutched his head. My gasp sounded so loud as we hit the gravel and the side rail.

The car becomes airborne as it bounces off the guardrail and flies through the air toward the forest. Dustin turns his head to look at me. A horrified look on his face as the car careens over the side rail, turning upside down in the air. Dustin’s eyes were glazed over, and I could see someone had mind-linked him, causing the accident.

The sound of metal on metal as the car flipped and smashed into trees, rolling down the hill. My stomach lurched to my throat, and I was tossed around like a rag doll in the back seat, the windows smashing out and the noise was so loud. The crunching of metal and breaking windows rang out into the night as the car bounced off the tree.

My head smashed against the roof lining and landed upright beside an enormous tree. Dazed, I groan, clutching my head as I look around to see Dustin slumped forward in his seat, knocked out. Blood dripped from his head. I tugged on my seatbelt, trying to unclip it. I tried to open my door, but it was crushed from the roof, the other door pinned against the tree that had stopped rolling further down the hill. Finally getting free of my seatbelt, pain ricocheted through me with each movement.

Reaching forward, I grip the back of the front seat headrest, pulling myself forward, my fingers slipping off the leather fabric made slippery with my blood.

Blood trickled down the side of my face, some getting in my mouth and filling my left eye. I blink, wiping my face with the back of my hand and shuffling forward in my seat.

Climbing over the seat into the front passenger seat, the footwell was no longer there as the dash wash pushed right into the chair. My knee brushed something that sent shooting pain through my abdomen. Falling in the passenger seat, I choke when I see a massive piece of metal embedded in my hip and stomach.

A gasp leaves me when I try to pull it out before choking on a sob and deciding to leave it. I touch my back to find it went through, so it’s probably best I left it in. Grabbing Dustin’s head, I tilt it back, and he groans, his shoulders drop, his head falling forward when I let him go before it snaps upright. Dustin looks around at me frantically, twisting in his seat. Dustin clutched my arms before looking down at the metal that stabbed through me.