His Lost Lycan Luna (Jessica Hall)

Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 215 - She starts clawing at herself, ripping herself to pieces and ripping out her hair. Abbie lost it. She broke and broke some more and it broke me seeing her give up because that's what she was doing. Rage bubbled in me as hot as hers while Gannon grabbed her, but she screamed. Blood-curdling screams echoed off the tiled walls as her anger rose, and she started attacking Gannon as he tried to stop her from destroying herself. “More than my life, Abbie! You promised!” I scream at her just as I feel hands grab me, trying to haul me away. Sparks rush across my arms, and I feel Kyson hold me. “Let me go!” “She will hurt you,” he says, but I pull out of his grip. “Seeing her like this hurts me,” I tell him. Scrambling toward her, she thrashes, kicking me, and Gannon pins her arms by her sides while I try to stop her kicking legs. Gannon grunts when she tosses her head back, but his grip doesn't waiver. Even when the back of her head connected with his nose. "Stop. We are trying to help you,” I tell her, but she continues to thrash, this time kicking me in the chest and sending me flying back into Kyson. Anger and grief at seeing her like this I****d through my veins. Burning hotter than the sun. It makes my skin p***k with the intensity of its searing heat, and I lunge at her. My hands clamp on the sides of her head. Tile by tile, we built the walls up that kept her going, kept her strong, the little things worth fighting for until the blood evaporated and the bathroom was clean, and it was just us. Just us and every good thing we remembered. “More than my life,” I whispered to her as my heartbeat slowed and I could finally breathe. "How are you doing this?” she asks, and tears brim and spill in my eyes. “I have no idea,” I choked, seeing her whole and smiling. “But it's time you let it go,” I tell her. "How?" "By letting me replace the feeling behind it,” “You can do that?” she asks, glancing around at all her memories. “I don’t know, but I feel like I can,” I tell her, holding up my hand. It glowed subtly. “What are you doing?” she asks as I step closer to the walls of her mind. “Reinforcing these memories and overriding the others,” I whisper, pressing my hands to the tiles, and we are flooded with white light. I gasped, being thrown back into the real world, and I was shocked to find my hands in the same place, one on each side of her head. “More than my life,” Abbie whispers, her vibrant green eyes peering back at me. "Always more,” I tell her when I feel something dribble down over my lip. “Azzy?” Abbie frowns, her hand reaching toward my face just as I feel my eyes roll into the back of my head. Share More From The Web . .