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."

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 from doing what she wants when laws

I recall the 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

I am certain." I say, giving

it is Colette being controlled." Caspian

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

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

I suppose you want to volunteer as

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

at her voice, my stomach knotting as if I am a fool waiting

tell her and

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

I ask her

hatred for Giselle will win out against anything else. He will

trusted individual who wasn't a prince of the species holding

-Did

you

soft, broken, and I know immediately she is referring

her,-Percy is, of course, taking it

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

go time yet," I tell him, pressing my

out of nowhere-She whispers, remembering it

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

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

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

a tingle of amusement through the

as your love for me?-- She asks, and

hope you

says suddenly before I feel her just

before looking down and checking out my leg. The burn is still as angry as it was before and I frown

says softly.

Hayes asks, his rage

in embarrassment. "It's complicated. Most of the