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."

in Colette's head before using her memories to distort her dreams. Granted, that is a usual practice of dream

her against me. It was the full bond, the way I could feel her, and I knew she could feel me. The way I still

I say, giving him

is Colette being controlled." Caspian offers, and

of her own mind and actions and that it is her." I tell

look at Leandra, who seems distant sitting across from us, her knees tucked to her chest with her arms wrapped

to volunteer as tribute, huh?" Hayes

matter of fact. 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 we can feel that she is able to hear

flashes over my lips. My heart races at her voice, my stomach knotting as if I am

soon enough-I tell her and

is getting things prepared for our escape. It

him?-- I ask

is a strong word. But I have faith his hatred for Giselle will win out against anything else. He will come through.--

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

-Did

you

broken, and I

did,-- I tell her,-Percy is,

Percy asks, leaning forward. "Does that

yet," I tell

of nowhere-She whispers, remembering it

this in person, so 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

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

think we can manage a distraction. How big?-- I

a tingle of amusement

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

dragon burns don't heal quickly." Leandra says

asks, his rage unmistakable. She shakes

pink in embarrassment. "It's complicated. Most of the dragons aren't awful. They don't like