His Lost Lycan Luna (Jessica Hall) novel Chapter 147

Book 2. His found Lycon Luna Chapter 22 

Kyson POV 

Azalea whimpered as she jostled in my arms. Her blood streamed down my arms as I made my way to the bedroom. I kick the doors open, and they bang against the walls. Dustin comes rushing in behind me, runs past me and toward the bathroom, he shoves the door open, and turns the shower on.

She was losing so much blood, and I know those barbs are dipped in wolfsbane and water-hemlock. They always are to prevent healing. Water pours from the showerhead, and Dustin turns to me. He uses his claws to shred what’s left of her dress, letting it fall away in tatters to the floor.

“Give her here, you shift,” he says, holding his arms out for her. I passed her to him, she was like a ragdoll in his arms, her body all floppy, and he stepped into the shower forcing her back under the spray, trying to rinse the poison off her while I shifted. Using one hand, he turns the other showerhead on, turning the head and aiming it at her back. Moments later, Liam runs in, looking worse for wear. I didn’t even care he could see her naked. My sole focus was on stopping the wolfsbane from soaking into her system and killing our baby.

“What do you need?” Liam asks.

“Alcohol,” I tell him, knowing I was about to ingest whatever was in her system, and hopefully, the alcohol would burn it out

“On it,” he says, disappearing out the door. Dustin’s arm moves to the back of her neck and the other under her ass, exposing her back to me, and I waste no time running my tongue over her wounds, healing them and sucking the poison out where the barbs dug into her

flesh, and ripped her flesh off in chunks.

A growl escapes me, the wolfsbane burning my throat, and I heave, retching when I get a huge mouthful of it. My hand hit the wall, steadying me as I retched and threw up before healing the other two long gashes up her back. Her wounds eventually closed, and I knew the wolfsbane and water hemlock were gone, or she wouldn’t have healed.

My throat was on fire, and I pressed my face under the stream, banging my head on the showerhead because I was taller than it in this form. Liam rushes back in with a bottle of tequila. Not my go-to, but it would do. He breaks the cap thrusting the bottle at me, and I grab it, retching again as my surroundings spin, and I was suddenly seeing double. My legs give out under me when I am suddenly forced to shift back. My ass hitting the hard tiled floor.

“Shit, take her,” Dustin says, passing Azalea off to Liam. Liam grabbed her, wrapping a towel around her before disappearing out the door while Dustin crouched beside me while I gasped for air. My lungs felt like they had been engulfed in flames, my blood boiling in my veins. He prys my mouth open just as Liam comes in. Dustin prying my eyelids open, his hair drenched and so were his clothes as he peered down at me. He looks over his shoulder at Liam.

“Azalea?” | mumble.