Chapter 73


    Kyson POV


    Ivy kept trying to help, but I would just tuck her closer until, eventually, she gave up. Instead, she pressed


    against my chest, listening to my calling for her and only moving when I would move to the next. No one


    left until thest grave was cleaned. Only then did lvy let me scoop her up in my arms to take her back to


    our quarters.


    “I will make her something to eat,” rice whispered as we walked up the hill through the cemetery. I


    nodded to her and listened to lvy hum the song that seemed tofort her. Over thest few days, I


    heard her singing it or humming. She knew it word for word; she never got a word wrong. The Kingdom’s


    Anthem. cing her in the room. I moved across to my old quarters, going into the space that was for


    Azalea before we never found her. My sister set it up for her in hopes we would find the missing child, yet


    we never did.


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    Moving to the dresser, I picked up the silver jewelry box and opened it. Removing the bracelet inside, I


    set it on the dresser before taking the small box back to the room, winding it up so Ivy could hear the


    song being yed. Her song, the one she knew by heart.


    When I walked into the room, she sat huddled by the fire, shivering despite her skin being burned. I sit


    behind her, pulling her against me, cing the box in her hands, and opening the lid. The music starts,


    and she looks up at me, her brows furrowing before recognizing the tempo matched the song she sang.


    “Where did you get this?” she asked, peering inside the box.


    “Azalea’s room,” I answered, and she gasped before trying to pass it back. I shake my head.


    “You can have it,” I tell her.


    “No, no, take it,” she says, cing it in myp before rushing off. I sighed, rubbing a hand down my face


    before setting the box on the bookcase and going in search of her.


    “Why would you give me that?” she sobbed.


    “Because you like the song, and Azalea won’t use it,” I tell her finding her crying under the clothes she


    had made a nest out of. I tried not to smile at her nest. Knowing it was the werewolf side appearing


    suddenly, she frantically tried to ce the clothes in order. Completely unaware, she was building a nest.


    “You need a bath,” I tell her while reaching for her, but she growls at me. Mumbling to herself and


    rearranging the clothes, she was ripping off the hangers.


    “Bath now, you make your nest on the bed; I am not sleeping on the floor,” I tell her, and she stops


    looking at her hands before looking around herself.


    “I wasn’t; I was…” I could feel her confusion at her actions.


    “You were, nowe,” I tell her, and she looks at the clothes she was shredding to bits before blushing,


    having not realized. I know she deliberately fights her urges, and I swear she sometimes forgets I can


    feel her.


    “Bath, then bed, nowe or do I need to make you,” I tell her while crouching down in front of her. She


    seemed confused, and I groaned before grabbing her. Ivy snarled at me for removing her from her


    makeshift den biting into my arm, making me chuckle. Myughter only enraged her as she bit me more


    brutally on the chest through my shirt which made me hiss at the sting. Her actions only amused me,


    knowing she was acting on instinct and not of her conscious mind.


    She wouldn’t let me bathe with her, so instead, I showered, watching her while she bathed. By the time


    she got out, I could smell the food rice had ced in the room. We dressed quickly, and I had to lock


    the closet door to stop her from going back in there before she climbed into the bed.


    Grabbing the tray, I set it between us though I was surprised when she picked up raw meat, which I knew


    rice had made for me, seeing as I am Lycan and we prefer meat raw.


    However, I had never seen Ivy once pick up raw meat. I watched her, finding it rather disturbing seeing a


    werewolf eat it; they were part human. Yet, more so than usual, she was acting out of sorts, making me


    wonder if the calling had some strange effect on her since I shoved her out of my life. Nevertheless, I


    said nothing, just d she was eating. Now I just had to wait for her to fall asleep to heal her a bit. She


    wouldn’t let me touch her more than slight brushes or when I managed to force her to ept my touch.


    However, I figured it best not to push my luck with her odd behavior and the meltdown earlier.


    When rice knocked on the door, I grabbed the now empty tray and walked over to the door, opening it


    and giving it to her.


    “Hungry, my King?” rice asked, and I peered back at Ivy, who was attacking my pillow like it was a


    threat in her sleep.


    “No, Ivy was,” I tell her, and she seems taken aback, pulling a funny face before looking in the door


    toward the bed.


    “Maybe she is going into heat?” she asked though I could tell even she wasn’t sure.


    “I thought?” rice doesn’t finish and shakes her head.


    “Right, I will leave you to it. It has to be the heat only thing that makes sense,” rice murmurs, walking


    off muttering to herself. Shutting the door, I walked back over to the bed and climbed in, thinking to


    myself. Ivy had no appetite and yet was offered raw meat; she ate it like she was starving.


    My brows furrowed as I nced down at her tucked into my side. Yet if she was going into heat, what did


    that mean for both of us when she wouldn’t let me touch her, and did that mean she would soon shift?


    The heat wasn’t just agony for a she-wolf, but with me being Lycan, I would go into it with her, which I


    have heard is just as painful.


    With so many thoughts running through my head, I struggled to sleep. Eventually, I was sucked into the


    oblivion of rest only to wake up to realize lvy had shut the rm off. Squinting at the brightness in the


    room, it must have beente in the morning, and I sat up looking for her.


    Only she wasn’t in the room. With a growl, I tossed the nkets back. I searched all the adjacent rooms


    before leaving it entirely, furious that she left it without telling me.


    “Where is Ivy?” I asked the guard by the doors leading out.


    “I haven’t seen her, my King; I thought she was in her room with you; I only just came on shift,” he


    answered. I shake my head. How had she managed to slip past the guards?


    “Find her” I snarled, and everyone in the corridors took off in search of her. I pushed out the door.


    “Peter!” I called, seeing hime toward me up the path from the stables. He nced at me before


    ncing away at my state of undress; I had my sleep shorts on.


    “Where is Ivy?”


    “She’s helping me in the stables,” he said, and I growled, which made him take off as I stalked toward the


    path fuming when panic rushed through the bond, so I started running.