His Lost Lycan Luna (Jessica Hall) novel Chapter 216

Abbie POV
I couldn’t explain what she did: it made no sense as I watched her pass out. I could feel her in my head, feel her essence or presence tainting and touching the darkest parts of me, twisting a manipulating.

Lifting the weight of my past from me. I felt free.
It was as if I no longer was trapped in the nightmares I survived and was now merely an observer, dissociated from them.

I still remembered everything, but the feelings that haunted and trapped me were no longer there. As if she erased those completely.

When she passed out, everyone went into panic, while all I could do was stare. I thought I killed her, but Trey Gannon was quick
to whisk me out of there and away from everyone.

Yet I wanted to check Azalea. Needed to know I didn’t hurt her.
“She is awake, Abbie.
Damian just mind-linked me.” Gannon tells me. I nod my head, staring at where Tyson lay on the bed, nestled between our pillows.

“You need to shower. You’re covered in blood, and I don’t want Tyson waking you up seeing you like that.”

Gannon tells me. “It was Tyson we fought over, then Sia. I recently learned my aunty was Gannon’s, true mate. He killed her.

Yet I felt nothing for that woman. I hardly remembered her, my mother, and she fought, and that was when we left my grandmother’s house.

Left the pack we lived in and went on the run. It was also when we met up with Marrissa; at that time, I knew her as Della. We were
attacked by bandit rogues, and Della and Jason came to our aid. After that, we remained with them. I was beginning to realize how small the world truly was.

How interconnected all pasts were. But it left questions remaining, one l wasn’t sure I wanted the answers to.
“Why did you kill her? Was it just because she left you?” I ask Gannon. Gannon sighs, kneeling next to me where I sat on the couch by the small bookcase of children’s books that Gannon got for Tyson.

Most of them were pop-up books “Abbie, you don’t want to know the answers to these questions. They will do more harm than good.
“How can they? I don’t feel sorry for her; I barely knew her.

I just need to know” I tell him
“Why?” he asks.

“To make sure that isn’t the only reason you want me, because you couldn’t have her.

Because I look like her!’ “You are nothing like Sia. Not even close. You have the same hair and eyes, that is it.”
“Then tell me.” Gannon sighs, dropping his head onto my knees.
“When I met Sia, I was visiting her pack. I had to take a message to the council for the King.

I stopped over at her pack and met her at the tavern.” he tells me. His brows furrow together as if he was trying to remember some detail.

Yet my eyes were trained on his chest, the deep crevices that marred his skin. Skin tore apart by his claws when he tried to rip his own heart out.
“Anyway, Sia and her mother were being kicked out of the pack for something your grandmother did. She told me the council had found them another place in a pack closer to here.

“Why did she want you to change her so badly?”
“Because your grandmother was dying, that is why Gannon says. So you never changed her.
“No, she kept mentioning it, and I lost my temper. At the time, I still hadn’t told the King.

Once mates are usually found, especially when you are part of the
King’s guard. The King does background checks, and most of the time, unless the King knows them, you need permission to change them I never told the King about her or anyone.

So I told her no, and we had a fight. She then rejected me.”
“What did you suspect her of?”
“Working with the hunters, Gannon says.
“That’s why you didn’t want to tell the King, because he would have killed her?”

“Yes, and you mustn’t tell the King, Abbie, not the real reason. You saw what he did to Azalea when he thought she was the daughter of a hunter”
“So, how does Liam fit into all of this, then?” I ask, trying to work it out.
He lets out a breath. “Liam didn’t know about Sia, but the town she moved to was one he frequented a fair bit.

He met her there, and they started dating. What I didn’t know was that Liam actually knew her first.”
“Liam knew your mate before you did?” Gannon nods his head.
“Yes, because your grandmother was human. her mate was a werewolf and luckily passed the gene werewolf gene to his children.