Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

"Hayes!" I call out, running toward him. "Where is he?"

He shifts back into his human form, looking past me to Penny as he waves to her to come to him.

"I have to get back to him. Where is Percy? I need both he and Penny." He rushes out. There is a frantic nature to the way he searches for the two of them, as he tries to be respectful of me while trying to get around me.

"Percy isn't well enough to go anywhere." I tell him, not really wanting to get into the details right now.

"Fuck." He growls both hands in his head as panic overwhelms him.

"I will go in his place," I offer and he shakes his head like it's the craziest thing he has ever heard in his life.

"No. You have to go back and-"

"And what? Cower and wait in the room and hope nothing terrible happens? No!" I growl, cutting him off. "I will absolutely NOT be doing that. There is no stopping me. You are taking my protection, besides I will only follow you if you try to leave me."

Hayes frowns and drags a hand down his face before he nods.

"I don't have time to argue," he grits out as Penny rushes toward him. "But I am begging you to stay, Luna. Please." he says, looking at me.

"Not a chance in hell." I tell him.

I know I am being difficult, but damn it, if the jerk controlling all these wolves wants me, they can have me as long as they don't hurt Merikh. Whoever this is, whatever they want to do with me, I know Merikh can figure out a way to fix it, but only if he is alive and safe.

"Colette..." Caspian's voice is wary as he looks at me and I push past Hayes, running in the direction he came from.

"This way, right?" I ask, breaking into a run and I hear them arguing behind me, then I hear them running. Penny and Hayes break into their Lycan form. I shift into my wolf and my father...well hopeful he left his sea legs in the mansion because he is going to have to keep up.

The entire time I run, my heart is in my throat, every stride feels too short and every second too long. What happened? What can I expect to walk into? I have nothing and know nothing about what I am walking into. There wasn't any time to waste. Merikh needs help now, not after a quick debrief or an argument where I would just end up coming, anyway.

I glance over my shoulder, shocked that my dad, though always behind us, is maintaining a decent pace and keeping us in view. I don't know how long we run. It feels like hours until my wolf suddenly whimpers and I trip, tumbling over as I turn into my human form. I look to the side, seeing Penny, who looks at herself in shock and meets my eyes.

lycan is gone, she...retreated." she says, looking at

He mutters, going on alert. He scans the woods, both he and Penny

pair of shorts at Hayes. Not that I care about my

Penny whispers and Hayes takes

looking, we are listening, so shut up," he snaps and I

source of life from the water and all it brings. I can hear it as it trickles through the roots of the trees and feeds the leaves. The water isn't just around me, it's inside of me, making me feel like I am weightless and nothing can touch me. It's

feeling

hand, keeping me steady. "Without your wolf you are simply a

ask

where it's going. Then I feel the

tells Hayes and Penny, who

when I left

feel it too. Something big is

looks at Penny, then

follow suit,

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throw an enormous balled up fist, striking Merikh across the

himself onto the back of one, trying to stomp on his brother, and Penny distracts the other. Merikh stands, hobbling as he winces, but he sizes up the beasts ready to jump in where

the hell are those?" I ask Caspian, who gapes

know." He admits. "They kind

and he

says like he is in deep thought. "No, I've never known those to be a

at my feet with a pained groan. He looks up at me, but quickly stands rushing back in as my eyes find Merikh, frozen in place, as he blinks at me in utter shock. He looks awful. Blood is dripping from his hairline and just to the far side of

I'm in a dream that none of this is real. How can it be? These beasts aren't supposed to exist and Merikh is a Lycan with no lycan to fight with or heal him.

doll. I gasp when he crunches into the leaf covered dirt, tears

again and my body grows warm, a flame of anger raging inside me as I stare at Merikh who, though conscious and trying to free himself,

look segmented, like the only thing holding it together is the muscles and flesh that

my chest aching in fear

me a determined look, like he is trying to tell me he's got this, but I am sick of sitting around and waiting to be rescued. I am tired of constantly hiding who I am, who I have always been. I'm over being cut off from the part of me I was always meant to