His Lost Lycan Luna (Jessica Hall) novel Chapter 233

His Found Lycan Luna Chapter 108

Azalea POV

Dustin had a hold of my arm as I walked down the steps. I kept trying to shake his hand off my arm because he was making walking difficult. I felt fine now that the painkillers had kicked in, and my head didn‘t feel on the verge of exploding and pulsating like someone was throwing a concert inside my skull.

“Dustin, I am fine,” I tell him. The storm outside had finally blown over, and I could see a few of the servants lingering by the doors as they peered out at the destruction it had caused. When one of the guards moved toward us, we had just reached the bottom of the stairs near the kitchen‘s entry.

“A tree has crushed the main gates. A few of us will go out with chainsaws to remove it. Damian wants to check the town to see if anyone needs help,” he tells Dustin, who nods, waving him off. We started walking down the corridor toward the ballroom when we spotted Rachel, one of the servant‘s that worked in the kitchen, peering out the enormous windows that ran along it.

“Bloody storm was wild,” she tells us, turning back to the window.

“Obliterated the east wing. It will need re…” The bang was horrendous, and blood splattered my face as the window where she stood exploded along with the entire wall. Stone and debris flew everywhere, and chaos ensued just as the mind–link opened up, and Damian screamed through the mind–link that we were under attack.

Dustin shoved me out of the way just as a second explosion went off, and I ducked for cover. The ground and building rocked and shuddered from the blast.

“Get to the tunnels!” Dustin screamed out to anyone nearby while trying to shield me as gunfire rang out loudly outside. Bullets pelted through the windows making the remaining glass rain everywhere.

“Azalea!” Kyson screamed through the link, and I could feel him racing to get to me. Felt his presence get closer when men in armor started coming in through windows, doors, and blown–out walls.

Dustin shifts, shoving me toward the ballroom.

“Get inside and lock the doors!” He snarls before turning and racing to join the fray as hunters come from every direction. I take off running, keeping low, only to trip and land flat on my face. Dust covered me, making it hard to see when I felt my hands become wet. I blinked, looking down to find I had tripped over a piece of Rachel‘s torso. Her limbs littered the corridor, and I shrieked. Scrambling to my feet and rushed toward the doors at the end of the hall.

“Abbie!” I scream, praying that once I open the door, I don‘t come face to face with dead children and staff members, yet as I approach the huge doors, they burst open, and I see daylight filter in from a blown–out wall. When Clarice rushes out, the kids race toward me, and I wave my arms, knowing they are running straight into the action. She grabs them, turning them toward the right corridor.

“Get to the tunnels!” I yell at her, and her head whips up and turns in my direction just as Abbie and Tandi rush out the doors. We meet up and take off along with the servants that survived the blast toward the back doors.