His Lost Lycan Luna (Kyson and Ivy)

His Found Lycan Luna Chapter 100
Kyson POV
I tap Azalea‘s leg. I needed to speak with Gannon, Liam, and Damian. Something was amiss. Yet when I went to get up, Azalea
grabbed my hand. Her nervousness smashed into me, so I stopped. “It‘s alright, love, we‘ll figure it out,” || tell her, moving past
her. I stopped again when she refused to let go of my hand.
“Azzy, love,” I try to assure her.
“Peter is waiting for us in the kitchen,” she blurts out, and I look at her.
Peter was back on the castle grounds? I thought her nervousness and worry were over Crux, not over her damn brother. I growl,
furious that he would come back here. More importantly, how did he get past my guard?
“I‘ll handle it,” I tell her when she jumps to her feet.
“No, I want to help him,” she blurts out, and I stop as I grip the door handle.
“No, Azalea, I won‘t allow that,” I tell her. Hasn‘t he taken enough from us? I accepted her decision, allowing him to live. That was
enough for me. I certainly didn‘t want to be helping him.
“Ester abandoned him again. His grandparents kicked him out. He has been staying by the stables and at the river.” she tells
me.
“The answer is no, Azalea. He was not to come back on castle grounds,”
“He is a boy, Kyson,” Azalea defends him.
“And some would still say you‘re just a girl, Azalea. You are not much older than him. He knows right from wrong. He knew what
he was doing,” I tell her. How does she not see that?
“Can we just hear him out, please?” she asks. My mate was far too forgiving. Almost as if since he was her blood, she felt she
had to give him a second chance. But sometimes second chances turn into third and fourth chances until eventually it costs your
life or ruins everything you have built. I won‘t lose my mate to him again.
“You aren’t obligated to help or love him, Azalea. Not after what he did,” I tell her.

“I know that, Kyson. Peter isn‘t bad. He made a mistake.” She defends him.
“A mistake? It was more than a mistake, Azalea. That so–called mistake cost our daughter‘s life,” I tell her, and she flinches at
the mention of our loss.
“We all make mistakes, Kyson. He will live with his mistakes for the rest of his life. I just don‘t want my brother to be one of mine.
I don‘t want that guilt hanging over me, and I need to know I tried.”
“No, Azzy. This is just your genes talking, not common sense. Your gifts, the infinite need you‘ll always have to help. to love, and
nurture. Unfortunately, that is one trait I will always hate that your mother has passed down to you. You‘ll always feel obligated,
even above and beyond reason.” Azalea says nothing.
She knows I am right. But I also know she wouldn‘t be able to handle the guilt if something happened to him if she didn‘t help.
Damn, Azure‘s handing that down. I learned so much reading those few passages of Cedric‘s book.
Azure‘s were magnificent for their ability to forgive and move on, for their elemental gifts, and for being empathetic, it made me
wonder if that was part of why Tatiana put up with Garret and remained with him. Unfortunately, she also inherited a few of her
father‘s traits. I had seen that first hand and been on the receiving end of it.
His temper, his command, and his bite. We were yet to see all of Azalea‘s moon–blessed gifts, and I think the possibilities are
infinite when it comes to Azalea. Because one thing I realized with stattling clarity and why the moon goddess blessed both
bloodlines with opposing gifts, they were to balance the other out. They were never supposed to come together, for it would
throw off balance.
Opposites don‘t always attract. One was benevolent and the other malevolent, but once together, they detonated. Together, they
were unstoppable and an impossible force to reckon with, and I suddenly understood Garret Landeena‘s purpose in marrying
Tatiana Azure. It was to gain what he was lacking, another power trip. Yet such qualities together would make it near impossible
to live with. Landeena‘s ego would always overrule any guilt he felt.
“You know I am right, yet you want to help him anyway, Love. Want to find some redeeming quality, but what if there isn‘t one?” I
ask her. She looks away from me and swallows. I could feel that Landeena temper rise within her. That need to know was just as
strong, so I knew I was on the losing end of this argument. That Landeena stubbornness would be the death of me and possibly
her if we weren‘t careful.
“I need to know. I can‘t abandon him as everyone else has.” she says with finality in her voice.

“Are you sure you are doing this for him or for you, Azzy? What is it you‘re hoping comes out of this?”
“Both. Kyson, I want peace. I won‘t get that by knowing I could have helped but didn‘t. I won‘t get peace from turning my back on
him.”
Hearing her words, the guilt and anger behind them, I knew my assumptions were right. To live with such passion, guilt, anger,
and confusion was exhausting for her. She needed this, even if it hurt her in the end. She needed to know she did all she could
to save him.
Typical Azure trait. Azure‘s sacrifice would be seen as never enough in their own eyes. Azalea was never supposed to exist; she
was both Landeena and Azure. She inherited both bloodlines, along with it their best and worst traits of them.
Love and war that is what the Azures and Landeenas represent. Selfishness, greed, ego, and power were the Landeena
kingdom‘s undoing. Love, compassion, loyalty, and sacrifice were the Azures.
Two things I now recognize in Azalea. Love and war, she inherited both. She loved fiercely, forgave quickly, became angered
easily, and went to war for those she loved even if they didn‘t deserve her Love. And I feared that would be my Queen‘s undoing.
And I knew the gifts bestowed on her had also cursed her. This is why the Goddess made them the opposite. Therefore, they
were never to be fated together. Neither‘s power could outweigh the other, and the illusion of peace evened the playing field.
Until they learned each other‘s weaknesses and realized what they lacked was in the other.
With a sigh, I kneel before her. I wish she would see reason and the fear I have of her getting too close to the boy that almost
destroyed her. Destroyed us. And she expects me to watch that again.
“Last chance Azzy, I mean it. No more helping after this, promise me. If he hurts you, promise me you will not give him any more
of your time. Promise to let me deal with him,”
“But he‘s a Landeena?” she whispers. Yet that immunity would no longer protect him from me if he hurt her or tried to get
between us again.
But you are not, you may be born of them, but you aren‘t your father, you aren‘t your mother, you are Valkyrie now, mine as I am
yours. I won‘t watch him destroy you again. I won‘t allow him to destroy what we have built. And I certainly won‘t stand by and
watch you destroy yourself over him. So promise me, this is the last time. If Peter does one thing wrong, you let me end him,” I
tell her. Azalea swallows but lets out a breath.
“Last time,” she whispers, and I sigh before pulling her to her feet.

“We‘ll deal with Peter, and then I need to speak with the guard, including yours. I want to be prepared for anything.” I tell her.
“Crux said he was sending you the coordinates of Larkin‘s whereabouts, though.”
“Yes, he said he would. But I have a funny feeling he is buying time, trying to throw us off. He will find some excuse not to send
them right away,” I tell her.