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 walkers, but who is to say Lily hasn't twisted the magic she

someone in my head using her against me. It was the full bond, the way I could feel her, and I

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

is Colette being controlled." Caspian

control of her own mind and actions and that it is her." I tell them emphatically. "There is nothing I

his head and I look at Leandra, who seems

volunteer as tribute,

He says 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,

her words 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 tower for her to run away with

soon enough-I tell her and

our escape. It won't be long, only a few hours.-- she

I ask her and I feel

Giselle will win

wasn't a prince of the species holding my mate captive and torturing

-Did

you

her voice soft, broken, and I know

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

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

yet," I tell him,

of nowhere-She whispers, remembering it

you mourn her-I breathe and I can hear her quiet hum of approval.-Any news of what you need from us next?-- -Merikh

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 Caspian, who watches

manage a distraction. How big?--

can feel a tingle of amusement

for me?-- She asks,

hope you are

will be in touch soon-She says suddenly before I

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

heal quickly." Leandra says softly. "We learned that quickly while

asks, his rage unmistakable. She shakes

Most of the dragons aren't awful. They don't like us much, but they aren't all violent