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.

to recover before they rain their 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 forces

"Have you not heard

parched lips in frustration. It has been a solid fucking forty-five minutes of fighting. We lost our lycans over ten minutes ago from the exhaustion and the way we are dehydrated like a bunch of grapes

stomach in knots at 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.

this living hell, Perc. But we may need to escape and regroup. We aren't any good to

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

ass, Percy." I command and he groans, kicking

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

on a rock and I glance back to see them lumbering behind us. I can only be

run as fast and as far as you can." I say in my alpha command voice. He lycan takes over

He takes over, reluctantly, as I see someone off in distance now more than a few miles across the barren charred rumble we are

he lifts a hand, then I see her frame. It has to be here. My lycan pushes himself harder once we focus on

through the dry air, a shiver running down my spine at the desperation

ground in 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 little more time. But there is no stopping what is already

top of Percy, shielding

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

heat suddenly

the cry isn't mine,

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

sprint through

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 like the others, sprinting back as if he had been beckoned

the ground and everyone else

I choke

"Yes."

okay?" I ask, looking at him