Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

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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 and shift on the table

limp. Dogs sinell as it is, but a dead

through the hallways, carrying down each stony wall as if the voice were more than the mere echo it is. "All dragons to the main gate!" "Damn it." Teiran growls out at the guard, mimicking his surprised tone in a strange, strangled squawk. "You

hesitate as his thunderous footsteps are heard retreating and suddenly,

can only hope it works and that Merikh

a physical fight. A verbal, emotional one, he will sprint a

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.

for forever, every single push feeling like a step closer to eternity when all I want to do is break free and call everyone back. Teiran needs to hurry the fuck up or I will

of this metal 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

much.

rapping on the metal

hear Teiran say over my noise. "Are you on your way to

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

and Trey just verified as well. Here is the

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

healer with her body to do

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

moment of silence, the doors fling open, and I am ripped out by

to get us all fucking killed?" he growls in my face, my feet dangling as I glare at

a macho dragon, now?" I sass him and his lips twitch

is you three going down the chute." He says, and I watch as the healer's face

is disrespectful of the dead, he

are dead. Either way,

where are you poing?" I ask him and he pinches

mates Heapat me, "No what I do is my fucking by Theld

reach. Then I see the healer who looks like he jumps

to catch my breath and look up, waiting for try mother's body to

quickly uncorking another vial from a hidden spot in