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."

that is a usual practice of dream walkers, but who is to say Lily hasn't twisted the magic she uses? What keeps her from doing what she wants when laws

sound of her 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 feel me. The way I still feel her

is Colette, I am certain." I say, giving

Colette being controlled."

bet my life that she is in control of her own mind and actions and that it

look at Leandra, who

to volunteer as

just needing to hear her voice again. That reassurance she is

echoing in my mind as my eyes fall closed and a smile flashes over my lips. My heart races at her voice, my stomach knotting as if I am a fool waiting outside the princesses

soon enough-I tell

getting things prepared for our escape. It won't be long, only

him?-- I ask her and I feel her

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

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

-Did

you

voice soft, broken, and I know immediately she is referring to

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

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

I tell him, pressing

nowhere-She

news of what you need from us

if she tries to take it away. It's obvious she enjoys clinging to him, but she clearly is uncomfortable with the affection. Then I glance at

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

can feel a tingle of amusement

for me?-- She asks, and

hope you are

says suddenly before I feel her just

the back of the crumbling rocks and exhale, dragging my hand over my face before looking down and checking out

Leandra says softly. "We learned that quickly

Hayes asks, his rage unmistakable. She shakes

and no." She shrugs before her cheeks grow pink in embarrassment. "It's complicated. Most of the dragons aren't awful. They don't like us much, but they aren't all violent