His Lost Lycan Luna (Jessica Hall) novel Chapter 202

His found Lycan Luna. Chapter 77

Yet the feeling through the bond, I could tell Kyson fully believed that it was just a coincidence. He was unbelieving that the woman who raised me was innocent. He needed to blame her, yet after everything, I wasn’t so sure. I just needed something. Some part of the puzzle, some way to awaken my memory of that night. I had dribs and drabs. I saw Marrissa in her hunter’s uniform and the insignia, yet why did I feel it wasn’t her that called the hunters in?

I listened to them debate and argue, but how did this all link to the missing rogue women and children? So many questions were left unanswered or in doubt. Then there was Ester and Trey’s story on top of Tandi’s? Looking around at them while they were discussing what to do next, I met Trey’s eyes. He also was deep in conversation, his gaze flicking back to the box of documents as he rummaged through it.

“How did you know I was alive?” I asked him and everyone fell quiet, turning their attention to me.

“The sire bond. I could still feel it. I was sired to you. It wasn’t until years later when it went dormant that I truly believed you were dead, as everyone else did.” Trey answers and everyone turned their attention back to what they were doing, yet for some reason that sat weirdly with me.

“What if that is the link to dead children and rogue women?” I think to myself, only realizing I spoke the words out loud when everyone stops again. Kyson leans forward, kissing my shoulder as I sat on his lap.

“What are you talking about?” he asks but Trey also seemed to be thinking.

“When did the children start going missing and turning up dead?” I ask.

“After your parent’s murders,” Kyson and Damian answer.

“Have you got a list of the approximate ages of the children?” I ask, and Dustin clears his throat.

“The archives have lists or those found and locations, but not all of them were identified,” Dustin says.

“What about the rogue women? When did they start getting killed?”

“Sporadically. Sometimes entire rogue camps were found dead,” Gannon answers, and I bite my lip.

“What are you thinking?” Kyson asks behind me and I turn on his lap.

“A pattern,” I answer.

“There is no pattern. If it was a serial killer, there would be a pattern, but there is none. No preference for type or ages, nothing. The only link is they were rogue, and spanned half the countryside.” Damian answers.

“That’s because the hunters weren’t killing them for the sake of killing them,” I tell him, and Trey gasps.

“They were hunting you! They knew you were alive!” he says before rushing out the door.

“Where are you-” but Trey was gone before Kyson could demand an answer. Kyson leans back heavily in his chair.