His Lost Lycan Luna (Jessica Hall) novel Chapter 83

Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 83 – “Make it stop, make it stop,” she cried before she screamed, and I heard her back cracking. Gripping her arms, I yanked her on top of me. Her skin was so hot she was burning me. Her feet scratched down my legs.

“Ivy, let me help,” I told her, and she screamed, her spine breaking and realigning under my palms. I tug her shirt off. Ivy pants, her nails digging into my chest, and I feel her feet changing, her toenails turning to claws as they raked down my flesh, tearing me to pieces.

“Ivy, let me help,” she writhes but nods her head, and l flood her with the calling just as her fingers break, her claws sinking deeply into my chest like hooks. My blood runs down my side. At this rate, she would bleed me out if I remained in this flimsy skinsuit. The sound of her femur breaking and her scream would always haunt me.

I turn her head so her ear is flat against my chest so she can listen to my heartbeat and feel the vibration of the calling; she calms some but was still in agony when her claws dig in deeper, and I could feel them grating across bone, they were in that deep. Pulling her hands off my chest, her claws slip out.

Longer than a werewolf’s claws and about three inches long. Blood gushed out of me where she got me, so I shifted beneath her, my bones breaking quickly and just in time before she clenched her hands, her claws raking down my chest, only this skin was more durable. My hand moved up and down her back as I tried to calm her down when the door opened. I knew everyone was worried; her screams were deafening.

“Get out!” I ordered at whoever it was, and the door quickly shut just as her bones started breaking again. The shift was going back and forth, prolonging her transformation, and I couldn’t get her to mark me; she was entirely out of her mind with the pain.

“Shh, breathe, Ivy,” I whispered, hugging her close, using my temperature to bring hers down as l absorbed what I could through the bond.

“Kl me, kl me,” she begged, and I shook my head, hugging her closer.

“Please, just k**l me,” she cried.