Page 50 of His Lycan Luna Queen

‘I don’t know how to help her,’he admits through the mindlink. But his confusion mirrors mine - I’m not a doctor or a psychologist, and knowing Abbie’s reluctance to share her secrets with strangers makes me realize we won’t get far with that approach.

I turn my attention back to Abbie. She shivers violently; her teeth chatter so loudly it echoes around the bathroom walls. She is drenched from head to toe and laying beside her has soaked me as well – my clothes now heavy with her blood despite no visible wounds on her body.

Lifting up her shirt slightly elicits no reaction from her when suddenly Gannon’s voice fills my mind again, “She slit her wrists in the bathtub. I found a bottle of wolfsbane beside her.”

“Wolfsbane? Where would she get that?” My question hangs unanswered as Gannon merely shrugs. “I never got a chance to ask her.”

My gaze returns to Abbie’s distant eyes and I grab her wrists, now noticing the long thick scars running up each one. They are closed, but by their thickness, I can tell they were deep.

“Come back to me, Abbie,” I urge her softly. But she just blinks in response. So instead, I lay beside her on the cold floor, holding her hand and recounting every good memory we’ve shared together – just so she knows that I’m here with her.

Hours pass as we lay there together; Gannon remains next to the bathtub, while Kyson hovers nearby. Tyson is absent and I suspect Clarice or Liam has him.

“Abbie?” My whisper breaks the silence, and for the first time today, she reacts - her eyes move to look at me.

“We made a pact. You need to come back to me, Abbie, or I will follow you wherever you go.”

She shakes her head at my words.

“You don’t want to go where I have been. The things they did...” Her voice trails off into a whimper.

“What they did can’t hurt you anymore,” I assure her firmly. “I won’t let them hurt you again. Neither will Gannon.”

But Abbie interrupts me before I can continue, sitting up abruptly as rage burns in her eyes.

“I don’t want them to live with it!” she screams at me before breaking down completely in front of us.She claws at herself, ripping her own skin apart and tearing out chunks of her hair. Abbie is losing it.

She’s breaking down, and it’s shattering me to see her give up because that’s what she’s doing. Rage bubbles within me, as hot as hers, while Gannon tries to restrain her. But she screams - blood-curdling screams that ricochet off the tiled walls as heranger escalates. She starts attacking Gannon in retaliation as he attempts to prevent her from self-destruction.

“More than my life, Abbie! You promised!” I shout at her just as hands grab me from behind, attempting to drag me away. Sparks race across my arms and I feel Kyson holding me back.

“Let me go!”

“She will hurt you,” he warns, but I wrench myself free from his grip.

“Seeing her like this hurts me,” I retort and scramble towards Abbie who is thrashing violently now. She kicks out at me while Gannon manages to pin down her arms by her sides. He grunts when she throws back her head but his grip doesn’t falter even when the back of her skull connects with his nose.

“Stop! We are trying to help you!” I plead with her, but she continues to struggle, this time landing a kick in my chest that sends me sprawling backwards into Kyson.

Anger and grief surge through my veins at the sight of Abbie in such a state. The emotions burn hotter than the sun, causing my skin to prickle with their intensity. Ignoring the heat searing through me, I lunge towards Abbie again and clamp my hands on either side of her head.

“Stop!” I command, and she freezes instantly. It isn’t so much her obedience that shocks me though; rather it’s the strange glow emanating from my hands before I’m suddenly immersed in memories that aren’t my own. Memories I know belong to Abbie.

I blink, my surroundings dissolving as new ones take shape - nightmares, horrific images I wish I could unsee. But I can’t pull myself out of her mind. I’m trapped in a past darker than the abyss, tortured and broken just like she is.

Voices sound distorted, as if they’re speaking underwater, but I recognize them as Kyson’s and Gannon’s. A tingling sensation rushes up my arms and it feels like an out-of-bodyexperience. Instead of observing myself though, I’m looking down at Abbie in the tub where she’s trying to end her life.

Her wrists are slashed open and she truly believes that her presence is causing them pain. The sight of Gannon finding her tells a different story; he’s desperate to save her life.

As I watch her bleed out, the bathroom walls transform from tiled surfaces into a canvas of painful memories. Every cruel word ever spoken to her, every traumatic event is etched onto these walls, exposing her tortured soul for me to see.

The urge to escape these memories overwhelms me even though they aren’t mine. The horror she lives with each day is unimaginable, and the longer I remain here, the more entangled I become in her consciousness.

I feel trapped and am drowning in despair. It’s too much pain for one soul to endure; too much suffering for anyone to bear alone. My heart shatters repeatedly for Abbie until there is nothing left inside me but emptiness.

Inwardly screaming and writhing in agony, I struggle unsuccessfully to free myself from this mental prison.

“Kyson!” My shout echoes through the void, whether aloud or only in my head isn’t clear, but sparks ripple violently over my skin before his voice resonates within my mind.

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