His Lost Lycan Luna (Jessica Hall) novel Chapter 237

Bonus Chapter

Liam POV

They say luck comes in threes, and I was beginning to believe that old superstition as I sifted through the rubble. Brick after brick, rock after rock and dust, well you get the picture, anyway, I was knee deep in shit! Not literal shit but you know, the kind of metaphorical … Aaah, nope! I am pretty sure that may have been actual shit and not a rock that time. I toss it over my shoulder hearing a grunt and near squeal with joy when I find my trusty apron. I clutch it making sure it is in one piece. It has a small burn hole but never mind that, it adds character!

“Oh please, no. Of all the things to survive. That thing should have been the first to burn,” Dustin groans behind me. I narrow my eyes at him, what a vile thing to wish for! Does he not know how hard I worked to get it smelling like barbequed death and marinated Doyle steaks?

“That is not coming with us!” Dustin declares.

“I think I might wear it when we get married, one day,” I tell him and he scrunches up his face.

“You will do no such thing!” he snarls, yet I was caught on the fact he didn‘t deny he was going to marry me.

“It‘s a piece of art! See this stain right here?” I ask pointing to it.

“That is an impression of a face! Peeled it clean off. I think my butterfly impression is rather good, you can even see his bulbous nose,” I tell Dustin and he shakes his head.

“There is something wrong with you, you know that, right?” he says sifting through the rubble.

“You just don‘t know how to appreciate art,” I tell him, shaking my head as I toss my apron over my shoulder and move a piece of wall from one of the chimney‘s. I nearly wet my pants with excitement, okay maybe I did, a little. What can I say, I am old and I‘m allowed to pee a little. The old pipes aren‘t what they once were. Sometimes they leak.

I knew luck came in threes! I never doubted it for a second, as I stared down at Crux. His mangled body all crooked, his arm twisted the wrong way, he coughs and I quickly lift my head looking around. Dustin had his back to me, salvaging what he could. Everyone else was too distracted as they too searched for what they could salvage. Crux coughs and I quickly slap a hand over his mouth not wanting to alert the others that somehow, by the grace of the Goddess, this fucker was gifted an extra life. And gifted to meeeeeee!

I start digging him out when I open the mindlink looking for Gannon, who was over the far side with Abbie and Tyson. He hadn‘t left her side since she returned to us, though that sire bond I would have to do something about. Like I knew the risk and all when I was secretly feeding her my blood.

She made Gannon promise not to try to change her again after his failed attempt. However I, made no such promises to her. And I knew Gannon was worried about her attempting suicide again. So I made sure that if she tried again this time she would have my blood in my system, so she would change. I may not have made a promise to her, but I did make a promise to my brother. I think he scared her when his blood healed her, burned the wolfsbane right out of her system and he panicked, so he tried to drown her to force the change. She made him promise never to attempt to change her again after that.

It was just sheer luck that it worked. Because since she already had her wolf it made it tricky changing her into a Lycan. Sometimes they would heal too quickly. And it was always the brink of death along with Lycan blood and venom in their system that forced the change. Completely dead, they is dead. But that dangerous edge between is what forces the gene to change. Which is why, when changing someone we usually need permission from the King.

Sometimes it doesn’t go as planned and intervention is needed, or resuscitation can take a few goes for the gene

to kick in. Regardless, by my first stroke of good luck it damn well worked! Though the sire bond was kind of a bitch, Mainly because I didn’t want the girl looking at me all goo goo eyed. No, those eyes were reserved for my brother and my brother only. And my eyes are reserved for my Dustypoo.

And now the Goddess granted me the best prize and a third stroke of luck!

“Psst” I hiss at Gannon and I see his head turn looking for me.

“Why are you whispering? It‘s a mind–link, no one can hear you but me,” he says and I wave my arms in the air so he can find me, he nods and lifts his arms as if to say ‘what?’ I wave for him to come to me but he shakes his head.

“Get here now! I need you to help me haul the body off!” I hiss at him through the mind–link.

“Huh?”

“I want to make a kebab out of him. You know, up the bum,”