Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

The heater has been at least nice each time and the cominent abjur knowing ine when I wax postinger has sinck in my head and let me with burning questions only he can answer. The onlgique I foresee now i Let's move. Ibiran says, when he notices I am not following along "You must stay close or I can not protect you."

1 scurry to keep up with his long steps and as we come close to the corner, I hear the distinct hobble of the man we have been waiting for. Teiran says nothing as he rushes forward, laying my mother down on "Hold her trouth open," He says, looking up at my dragon partner in crime who pinches my mother's checks and pries her bruised jaw open.

"Careful," I hiss at him, but both of them ignore me, the healer incorking the bottle as he pours it down my mom's throat. "What the hell is that? What are you doing to her?"

"How long?" Teiran asks him and the healer presses his lips together, his fingers touching her neck and feeling for a heartbeat. After a moment, she grows more pale, and he nods at us.

"It's time." Then he flings open his little metal doors and Teiran grabs me, dragging me forward as I try to sink my feet into the cement to stop him.

"Woah, woah, this wasn't part of the plan," I say, putting my hands up.

"It's too late for the original plan. This is called improvising." He says, giving me a serious look that says this is happening

whether I like it or not.

"Maybe you should tell me what we are improvising, you know, just for shits and giggles?" I ask as he frowns, his hand on the back of my head.

"The primary goal has not changed. I get you all out alive. This is where that trust comes into play." He reminds me and I

groan.

"Yeah, trust is hard to come by in a fucking dungeon, as I'm being shoved in a tiny metal cabinet on wheels." I mutter, forcing my body to bend in ways that are not even remotely comfortable. "Your mother will get us out of here the back way."

I narrow my eyes at him. "Used how, exactly?"

He blinks at me before he slams the metal doors shut with a loud echo, closing me in the darkness until my eyes adjust and a tiny sliver of light makes its way into my current tiny prison. It doesn't take long bef Teiran," I hear someone say in a greeting before a pause, “Well shit, what do we have here?"

"The wolf." Teiran says, an air of boredom in his voice.

Spander is going to be set that hes fatorite my is bioken" Itay in a low whistle by the whiny bokeh Ibiran says, "I need the deall La

hon is the clinking of

cough. Then I hear a heavy sigh

you are getting the body out while it's still limp. Dogs sinell as it is,

of my mom being dead, he was alive when Teiran picked her up and placed her on the can. And alive when the healer poured that substance down her throat. It is obvious "ATTACK" a voice booms through the hallways, carrying down each stony wall as if the voice were

footsteps are heard retreating and suddenly, the cart

and that Merikh is safe at the same time. I know he will be in

danger. That is the kind of man he is. He never runs from a physical fight. A verbal, emotional one, he will sprint a marathon away, but this? No, he will be the one out there striking

I don't then I will find myself paralyzed and unable to think. Everyone will be okay, that I know. I know it as I

now.

every single push feeling like a step closer to eternity when all I want to

tin can and force him to take me out to where the fight is. What will I do? No idea. But I can't sit and do nothing when everyone is sacrificing

much.

whisper, rapping on the

my noise. "Are you on your way to

can leave the body for me to dump after everything is sorted." The warrior says. "Are

positive, and Trey just verified

it there on the desk. You should head up as well..." the warrior says, his voice lilting in

with her body to do

do strange things," he mutters. "I will toss her

fling open, and I

growls in my face, my

done being a macho dragon, now?" I sass

going down the chute." He says, and I watch as

the

or join them when you are dead. Either way, it is where

him and he pinches the bride of

your mates Heapat me, "No what I do is

throat as my stomach withs, my Boxy Sailing of anything i can reach. Then I see the healer who looks like he jumps

air whooshes from my lungs. The healer lands far too close for comfort as I stand, wheezing to catch my breath and look up, waiting for try mother's body to m out and

healer makes his way over to me, quickly uncorking another vial from a