Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

*Merikh*

A burst of flame shoots over my head as I drop to my stomach, the heat enough to make my skin feel as if I am standing too close to a bonfire. I roll to my left and up onto my knees, crouching low toward the massive jaded rock where Percy is hiding. Blood pours from above his right eye, but he wears a smile, nonetheless.

Not an excited smile, a manic psychotic one that says he hopes to go out in a literal blaze of glory. His fighting has been stellar aside from the few times he has left himself open to an attack of two I have had to blunder. The more I look at him, the more concerned I am that the openings are intentional.

"You are not allowed to let yourself get killed." I growl at him, watching as he responds to my command. There is a hint of annoyance in his eyes before he chuckles and nods.

"If I die, I will die doing my job." he grins, inching up the rock to take a peek over.

"We are pinned down." I murmur. "The assholes burned us into a fucking corner."

"I can distract them so you can run." Percy says immediately, and I shoot him a scowl. This kid's death wish is getting a little out of hand.

"Pinned down doesn't mean we are out of the fight, Perc. This isn't a game of chess, this is war." I say, scanning the area. "It just means we need to get a little creative."

He snorts, reaching up and pressing on the injury to his head.

"I'm not feeling all that creative, Alpha." He says.

Another blast encases the outside of the rock, flames licking around the side as we move closer together to avoid the heat. I sigh, closing my eyes as I try to process what to do next. In truth, I'm not feeling all that damn creative either. But I am feeling like I will do anything to get away.

"How about desperate?" I ask him with a smile, "You feeling that?" and he nods.

"Yea, feeling a lot desperate at the moment." Percy mutters, dropping his head against the rock. "This heat is making me fucking sweaty and irritable."

I couldn't agree more with him. As lycans, we run a little warmer anyway without faster metabolism. But this? This shit is unbearable and all I can think about is a tall glass of ice cold water and a cool dip in the healing waters with my luna. But if I want either of those things, we need to get a damn move on. And fast.

"How much time do we have between the bursts of flames?" I ask him.

fire down on us for extended periods of time. The only thing we have going for us is that they want to cook us on this blasted boulder so they are combining their

"Have you not heard

minutes of fighting. We lost our lycans over ten minutes

or responding." I mutter, my stomach in knots at the thought that maybe she didn't make it out, or she was knocked unconscious and

me leave her here in this living hell, Perc. But we may need

him along, tripping over the hot terrain in our bare feet. I can feel the way the hot rocks

command and he groans,

heat ever again," he scoffs. "No more beach vacation, I'm going to the

a rock and I glance back to see

can." I say in my alpha command voice. He lycan takes over at once, looking labored and exhausted as he tries to fight my command to run. "Now!" I

force my lycan out, begging him for everything he has. He takes over, reluctantly, as I see someone

My lycan pushes himself harder once we focus on her. She stumbles to

hear her voice through the dry air, a shiver

up, looking over my shoulder, begging the moon goddess for just a

fall on top of

on my lycan back. burn in the heat and my skin feels like it may melt. I cry out in pain, roar

heat suddenly stops.

the cry isn't

relief and close my eyes, relishing the way it feels on my heated flesh. Tears may mix into the wetness pouring down as I try to catch what I can with my open

unable to ignite again. I sprint through the wall of water, grabbing a slim, sharp rock. The dragon nearest me

of his scales. It squelches, and he roars, shifting back into human form, holding the rock under his arm as blood pours down. He

watch as the one with the rock embedded in his arm goes slack, his eyes red as he drops his hand

to see someone on the ground and everyone else surrounding them. I hustle toward him, meeting him halfway while never removing my eyes from the figure on the

choke on

"Yes."

looking at him as