Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

Chapter 58

“What?” I swallow the growing bulge of fear in my throat. “Ezrah?”

Yes, he has the abilities to bring it down, though I highly doubt-”

His words drone on, sounding like nothing in my ears as I try not to hyperventilate. Did I send my father off with the enemy? Had Ezrah really fooled us all so well and planted himself here? It would make sense, all the ‘letters’ being in the right place at the right time. Ezrah is with them, whether he is the leader or not. I don’t know. All I know is that I have to get to my father.

Now.

Itear from Merikh’s side, praying he will forgive me for leaving him to heal on his own for a moment. There is a flurry of shouting behind me as I stumble into the wall at the turn and scramble up the stairs, trying to make my way to the room meant only for sirens.

My lungs burn in the frantic panic of getting to them, my skin crawling with worry. The second I hit the landing, I sprint down the long narrow hall, past the two doors on my left and slam into the only door on my right-hand side. My fingers wrap around the brass doorknob as I shove, but it doesn’t budge.

It’s locked. I j i g g l e the handle, then slam my fist into the door, making the oak rumble. My foot flies out, kicking the base as I hear something from beyond the door, but I am past being cordial and calm. What the hell could Ezrah be doing in there to him?

“Let me in!” I roar, my hand aching from striking the wood so hard until finally it gives way, splintering and I use my wolf’s strength, shove the door off its hinges. I scan the room, searching for Ezrah, ready to strike at him with everything I have, but I freeze when I see him exit the bathroom and blink at me, shocked.

“Colette?” Caspian calls to me, alarmed, and his voice filled with concern. “What is it? What happened?”

My jaw falls open as Nook at the man calling my name. He is transformed, his hair slicked back and his skin a luminescent blue with gills on his neck. As he seems to glide closer to me in the water, his webbed fingers reach for the marble ledge and I gasp as he pulls himself up onto the side. His massive scaled tail glimmers from his mid torso down, his side more defined and matching his gills.

It’s one thing knowing I’m a siren, it’s another witnessing what that means.

“Y-you’re okay…” I whisper, looking from him to Ezrah, a spark of confusion in his eyes. Ezrah places his hands in his pockets, watching me closely.

“I told you I would take care of him.” He furrows his brow, then his eye light up like he has solved a puzzle.

“Right…” I stammer, looking back at Caspian as he tilts his head.

“Is Merikh alright?” he asks, his voice sounding warbling as if he is gargling water and peaking at the same time.

trying to make sense of everything

“What?” Capsian asks.

I talked to Brent and he said only a few people have the abilities to take

and shakes

you assumed it was

it was him? Or did I just get to him before he did something? It could also be possible Ezrah is playing the long game. Pretending to be on our side, even though he is

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shrug, choosing

chuckles, nodding to the door I just hammered through. He walks out, and I see him stop waiting for me. I stomp out after him, glancing at my father, who pulls his full tail from the water and swings to the side before I step over the broken

me, no judgment or anger in his eyes. And he releases a

I have done to make you think I would ever betray the council,” he says. I cross my arms over my chest and lick my teeth, trying to control

dead now.” I say. “Everyone

He scoffs.

of unity, like the council did for many years.” He says, and now it’s my turn to

it is that simple? Just say some flowery

toward me, now

water and he looks so much healthier. The light in his eyes is back, and he frowns at me. I never thought I would want a

I feel him pat me on the back and the

you are feeling better.” I tell him, and He takes hold of my shoulders, pushing me back

before looking over my

as soon as possible. Elm as well.” He bows and sends me a sly smirk

him.” I demand and Ezrah’s smirks

he doesn’t sound c c k y or demeaning. He sounds like he is genuinely impressed with my statement, and I

“What?”

do not know me well enough to trust me. I would expect nothing less from a Luna. Especially in this situation. But I will tell you I did not bring down the

“But Brent said….”

to harm you.” Caspian explains. “She stalled until she