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.

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 forces to blow flames at

mutters, "Have you not heard from Luna Letty yet? Is she

of fighting. We lost our lycans over ten

the thought that maybe she didn't make it out, or she was knocked unconscious and hidden deeper in their fortress of ash and death. "We can't

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

run. I bolt up, yanking on Percy as I drag him along, tripping over the hot terrain in our bare feet. I can feel the way the hot rocks dip

your ass, Percy." I command and he groans, kicking up his speed

more beach vacation, I'm going to the swiss alps to ski

hear the hiss of the air, the dragons preparing themselves to set us on fire like a match struck on a rock and I glance back to see

shift and run as fast and as far as you can." I say in my alpha command voice. He lycan takes over at once, looking labored

hisses angrily before taking off at an incredible pace as I force my lycan out, begging him for everything he has. He takes over, reluctantly, as I see someone off

frame. It has to be here. My lycan pushes himself harder once we

shiver running

grunts and remains unmoving. I stoop to pick him up, looking over my shoulder, begging the moon

on top of

my lycan back. burn in the heat and my skin feels like it

suddenly

look around, realizing the cry

eyes, relishing the way it feels on my heated flesh. Tears may mix into the wetness pouring down as

ignite again. I sprint through the wall of water, grabbing a slim, sharp rock. The dragon nearest me rears its head up before baring his teeth at me

I jam the rock up and under one, of his scales. It squelches, and he roars, shifting back into human form, holding

they turn, shift and spin on their heels, running away. I watch as the one with the rock embedded in his arm goes slack, his eyes red

to see someone on the ground and everyone else surrounding them.

choke on

"Yes."

ask, looking at him