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.

gone, she...retreated." she says, looking at Hayes in

close." He mutters, going on alert. He scans the woods, both

up to us, giving me a confused look as he throws clothing at me and Penny. And a pair of shorts at Hayes. Not that I care about my naked state right now. I have more pressing issues. Like a Lycan King

for?" Penny whispers and Hayes takes a step

and I strain my ears, trying

beneath me, the 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

feeling like it's

look up at him, hoping for answers. He frowns as he takes my hand, keeping me steady. "Without your wolf you are simply a siren

sure?" I ask him, fear

where it's going. Then I feel the water quiver. Like a ripple in

way," He tells Hayes and Penny, who turn and

were heading this way when I left him." Hayes says,

right. I can feel it too. Something

his shoulders and looks at Penny, then the

suit, the quivering

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see the massive thing throw an enormous balled up fist, striking Merikh across the face. He flies into

Penny distracts the other. Merikh stands, hobbling as he winces, but

those?" I ask Caspian, who gapes at what he is

know." He admits. "They

I hiss at him and he frowns. "Those

thought. "No, I've never known those to be a real species and yet...here they

but quickly stands rushing back in as my eyes find Merikh, frozen in place, as he blinks at

none of this is real. How can it be? These beasts aren't supposed to exist and

like thing grabs him by his ankle and Merikh is lifted and hammered into the ground like a rag doll. I gasp when he crunches into the leaf covered dirt, tears in my

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

forearm is bent awkwardly and I can see how his leg seems to look segmented, like the only thing holding it together is the muscles and flesh that could

chest aching in fear as I look at

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