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."

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 to say Lily hasn't twisted the magic she uses? What keeps her

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 now, even with this distance. It's a nagging

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

Colette being controlled." Caspian offers, and

is in control of her own mind and actions and that it is her." I tell them emphatically. "There

to go lurk around," Percy says. Hayes laughs and shakes his head and I look at Leandra, who seems distant sitting across from

suppose you want to volunteer as tribute, huh?"

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 and process what

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

soon enough-I tell her and

for our escape. It won't

him?-- I ask her and I

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

doing this with some trusted individual who wasn't a prince of the

-Did

you

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

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

her right now, aren't you?" Percy asks, leaning

time yet," I tell him, pressing my

came out of nowhere-She whispers,

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 they know you are

Leandra's hand even if she tries to take it away. It's obvious she enjoys clinging to him,

we can manage a distraction.

feel a tingle of

love for me?-- She

hope you

in touch soon-She says suddenly before I feel her just

head to the back 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

burns don't heal quickly." Leandra says softly. "We learned that quickly while

Hayes asks, his rage unmistakable. She shakes

embarrassment. "It's complicated. Most of the dragons aren't awful. They don't like us much, but