Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

Chapter 94 *Merikh*

Caspian groans as he lowers himself against some rubble, his hand on his back and a wince on his face. It's clear he is injured, but the stubborn fool won't allow anyone to look at the injury. Not that any of us can heal him, but assessing it is probably better than hoping for the best.

"How bad is it?" I ask. He looks away and sighs heavily.

"It is not life threatening, I don't think. Just painful." He admits. "I didn't see him sneaking up on me."

"Yeah, well, it was chaotic, and they got me good, too." I give him a reassuring smile. “It was highly unlikely we would all make it out of here uninjured."

Caspian snorts and nods his head in agreement.

"If we are lucky, we will all make it out of here alive.” He amends my statement.

"I have no intention of losing anyone, Caspian." I tell him. "Not if I can help it."

"That is comforting." He smirks.

"How long do we have to stay here?" Percy asks, pacing as if he is looking for his next hit.

He has been on edge since he joined us, but this is a whole new level of it. Percy looks like he may take off on his own one moment or break down in tears the next. He is struggling hard, but I need him to focus. We all need to be one step ahead this time.

"Sit down, Percy" I insist. He physically frowns, his nose scrunching as he follows my command, but not terribly willingly.

"Are you sure she said to stay here and wait for her?" He asks, his knee popping up and down as he lifts his bloodied hands and behind to chew on his nails.

"Percy." I say sternly, commanding his attention as he seems to snap out of his mind and looks at me. "Are you questioning me?"

His eyes grow

wide and he swallows roughly as he shakes his head no.

"We will be fighting again soon enough, Perc. You just need to be patient." Hayes assures him and Percy drags his hands through his hair, his face looking away.

"Are you sure it was even Colette?" Hayes asks, sitting next to me. I frown at him and he gives me a pitiful look. "It's a fair question and you know it."

consider it. Lily has gotten in Colette's head before using her memories to distort her dreams. Granted, that is a usual practice of dream walkers, but who is

voice in my head, the way she felt like her. It was more than just someone in my head using her against me. It was the full bond, the way I could feel her, and I knew she could

am certain." I say, giving him an

Colette being controlled." Caspian offers,

and actions and that it is her." I tell them emphatically. "There

one of us to go lurk around," Percy says. Hayes laughs and shakes his head and I look at Leandra, who seems distant sitting across from us, her knees tucked to her chest with her arms wrapped tightly

volunteer as

Their quibble fades to the background as I reach out to Colette, just needing to hear her voice again. That reassurance she is safe, for real. My lycan stirs, whining as we wait for her response, even though

My heart races at her voice, my stomach knotting as if I am a fool waiting outside the princesses

enough-I tell her and she

for our escape. It

I ask her and

Giselle will win out against anything else. He will come through.-- She says and

trusted individual who wasn't a prince of the species holding my mate captive and torturing her. But I

-Did

you

her?-- She asks, her voice soft, broken, and I

I tell her,-Percy is, of course, taking it

her right now, aren't you?" Percy asks, leaning forward. "Does that mean it is

I tell

of nowhere-She

I can hold you while you mourn her-I breathe and I can hear her quiet hum of approval.-Any news of what you need from us next?-- -Merikh they know you are here. They knew

at Hayes, who is holding onto Leandra's hand even if she tries to take it away. It's obvious she enjoys clinging to him, but

manage a distraction. How

tingle of amusement through the

your love for me?--

hope you

be in touch soon-She says suddenly before I

of the crumbling rocks and exhale, dragging my hand over my face before looking down and checking out my leg. The burn is still as angry as it was before and I frown at it,

says softly. "We learned that

to hurt you?” Hayes asks, his rage unmistakable. She

her cheeks grow pink in embarrassment. "It's complicated. Most of