Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

Chapter 73

“Colette

“How far ahead of us do you think they are?” Penny asks, tugging the bag further up on her shoulder.

I pause, looking through the trees at the trail Ezrah said Caspian took on his journey to the ocean. Truthfully, I don’t know how fast Caspian can travel by foot on land. There is no doubt he is fast in the water, but here, on land? He should be slower moving, right?

“They can’t be more than half an hour to forty–five minutes ahead of us.” I assure her without actually knowing

“Good,” she says, looking around warily. “These woods are giving me a bad feeling.”

I look where her eyes are, seeing nothing and feeling nothing out of the ordinary. But then again, Penny is not only a trained warrior but a skilled gamma. Otherwise, she wouldn’t be my gamma in the first place.

“I don’t see anything out of sorts.” I say casually.

She scoffs and shakes her head. “It’s not something I see, luna. It is something I feel, here.” She places her hand over her gut.

“Hmm,” I muse again, looking around, trying to feel with my wolf or anything I can. “Instincts?”

“In a way,” she shrugs. “It feels like there is more of a disturbance. My lycan is bristling, warring with me to take over and search the area.”

Suddenly, a shiver runs down my spine, my skin growing cold, and I whip my head around. Penny places her hand on my shoulder, leaning closer while her eyes search every nook and cranny.

“Luna, I think it’s time to run,” she says, giving me a gentle nudge. “Now.”

There is no questioning her or her judgement. I break into a sprint, tearing through the trees like a raging bull let on the loose. Branches whip across my skin, stinging my face as I push forward, my hands out, trying to protect myself.

“To the left,” Penny hisses, “running on that trail will be faster than pushing through the foliage.”

I turn toward the trail I can see pecking out behind a sparse bush. As I approach it, I leap over a root, my foot getting caught as I cry out and slam hard into the ground, my hands saving my face from barreling toward the ground at full

force.

me along. I can the fear

someone following us?” I hiss at her as I look over my shoulder. I see the panic rising and she turns, running backward for

on my back again to make me move

waiting. Penny remains as close as she can be without

bag,” I tell her, pulling mine off while stumbling down the narrow trail. I can hear her doing as I do, and I toss it

sighs in relief. I look back at her to catch a grin. “We can’t be

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Chapter 73

in the trees, the ground ceasing to be hard and mossy, the texture moving to sand and I giggle with relief when I see a beach in the distance;

to look as a branch flings up, a string attached flying higher until my ankle sears in pain and my body pitches forward. My fingers dig into the sandy earth. unable to find leverage as I

we tilt back down and she uses her nail to cute my ankle free. I land on her and she pushes me aside with unmatched speed, back on

lycan rippling through her as her spine shakes and

is anyone here or not.” She

woman emerges her hands up to show us

and stand, hobbling on one ankle, my other burning with the rope burn and being yanks so hard.

your father, King Caspian? I assume you are here hoping to catch

guard, instead she

She asks the

the siren warriors. My name is Saree.” she says.

skeptically. “Nice to meet you. Are they

her eyes snapping back and she gives us a fake wide smile.

made it.” She says, motioning toward

too, the gut instinct, the way my wolf is on edge. I play through this woman’s words, the way she speaks and how she addressed me as Caspian’s

her, tilting my head. “Is

within a second they roll, and she lifts her hand, snapping it. Too many sets of hands land on me, taking me

to the side. And I jump up, extending my hands out as I close my eyes and focus. I can feel the water, so strong, so much