His Lost Lycan Luna (Jessica Hall) novel Chapter 57

Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 57 – Ivy POV

As the days slipped by, his scent lingered a little less. Each day passed, my senses sharpened, my mind became clearer, and slowly I found the remnants of what was left of me. After so much solitude, I had slowly returned and found who I was, no longer ruled by instincts I was unfamiliar with. Agony was the only word I could use to describe it. One thing became obvious: I could not shift. It saddened me, and I wondered whether it was because of the bond like Gannon had said all those days ago or if I was a failure in that regard too.

I had vague memories of the King coming into the room. I remembered him healing my hand, but that was the last time I saw him. The King said he would be gone for two days; however, he was gone so much longer than that; I did not know how long it had been since I left this room, left my nest, but I had a feeling a considerable amount of time had passed.

As the days dragged on, they became more manageable, a little less painful. Once Kyson’s scent was gone, and only my scent remained in the room, I realized that my den no longer fulfilled its original purpose, and the bond was now only a distant memory, or so I hoped. Eventually, I was able to see my surroundings again. Clarity returned, and the fog lifted. It was like someone flipped a switch, and everything either went numb or died off. I wasn’t sure which one, but I didn’t care. I could finally breathe, finally felt more like myself in days.

As one of the servants slid a tray across the floor just inside the door, I was drawn to the sound of the door creaking open. Getting up, I moved toward her, and she shrieked, the noise startling me and making me jump back and away from her, and she quickly slammed the door shut behind her. The smell of eggs wafted to my nose, and my stomach rumbled hungrily.

Upon looking down, I realized I had no clothes on, making my eyes widen in shock. How long had I been naked for? Shaking my head, I rushed to the cupboard to find some clothes, only everything was shredded. I looked at the torn sheets and my lip curled in disgust as I scooped them up and sniffed them. My scent was potent on them and I definitely needed to find something clean to wear.

Claw marks shredded through every scrap of cloth in this room made me look at my fingertips. How, when I can’t shift? It puzzled me. Shaking my head, I grabbed some of the longer pieces and made a sarong out of them. I looked like a peasant. I chuckled at the thought as I stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom.