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.

thing we have going for us is that they want to cook us

tops." He mutters, "Have you not heard

fighting. We lost our lycans over ten minutes ago from the exhaustion and the way

she was knocked unconscious and hidden deeper in their fortress of ash and death. "We can't leave her." Percy says, a

living hell, Perc. But

and run. I bolt up, yanking on Percy as I drag him along, tripping over the hot terrain in our bare feet. I

he groans, kicking up his

will never want to be in heat ever again," he scoffs. "No more beach vacation, I'm going to

a match struck on a rock and I glance back to see them lumbering behind us. I can only be thankful none of the assholes we

voice. He lycan takes over at once, looking labored and exhausted

I force my lycan out, begging him for everything he has. He takes

to be here. My lycan pushes himself harder once we focus on her. She stumbles to the ground and I see two figures rush to her and try to lift her as she

shiver running down my spine at the desperation of

front of me, his human form taking over as he grunts and remains unmoving. I stoop to pick him up, looking over my shoulder, begging the moon goddess for just a

top of

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

suddenly

I look around, realizing the cry

splashes over me as I gasp in relief and close my eyes, relishing the way it feels on my heated flesh. Tears

to look around. The dragons rush forward, their flames drenched and unable to 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

shins as I jam the rock up and under one, of his scales. It squelches, and he roars, shifting back into human form, holding the rock under his arm as blood pours down. He sneers at me, taking three steps away,

heels, running away. I watch as the one with the rock embedded in his arm goes slack, his eyes red as he drops his hand and spins

I look up to see someone on the ground and everyone else surrounding

I choke on

"Yes."

is okay?" I ask, looking at him