Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

Chapter 109



*Colette*

Silence falls over us as we wait anxiously for Merikh to explain what he means. It is clear as day to me he is still feeling awful, but he puts on a brave face, like always. I watch my mother as she gives him an encouraging nod before he racks his hands through his hair.

"Giselle is a phoenix. As far as we know, the only one of her kind, yet none of us know how to kill a phoenix. Either they aren't as invincible as we think or they have chosen to keep themselves hidden from her,” he says, clearing his throat.

I have to bite back a smile at how cute he is giving his little speech as if he had rehearsed it all week. But then again, maybe he had. It is not like I have been entirely present when I am with him.

It's not from lack of love or wanting to be near him, though. The water is exhausting, beautiful, but draining in every way. But by the time I crawl into bed, I am too tired to even want to change into something for bed.

He meets my gaze, dragging me back to the point at hand. Giselle, how to get rid of the roach that seems to never die? But I find it so hard to focus when he is near, and I am energized enough to stay awake.

I don't want to discuss death and war. I just want to snuggle into his arms and laugh about our past and think about our future.

“Colette?" I hear my name whispered to my right.

"Yes?" I squeak out.

"Are you okay?” My mother asks, her eyes on me and a frown tugging at her lips.

"It's just been a long day." I give her a tight-lipped smile, looking around at everyone else. "Sorry, I will focus."

is the only one who can kill Giselle. What if it's not about killing Giselle, but

idea of not needing to be the savior of all our species and our allies

asks after a minute. "If Giselle lives, she will always be a threat. She

want to collect her ashes and store her in

minute, a sharp jab hits my ribcage and I hiss, rubbing my side. She scowls at me, quietly motioning

him. "She is impervious to

heat." Ezrah says, speaking for the first time since Lauren's

around Giselle, the air is hotter than the last. She seems to be in a rush, forcing things to move faster, as if she won't be around to spur things on. Phoenix's

think she will evolve-is that even the right word?" I ask,

consumes them. It is their only downfall, at least that I know of, which, admittedly, is limited." Ezrah says. "Ash form is where they are most

well, yes. That is correct." He responds, standing and pacing the length of the deck in thought. "How do you suppose we get her to go up

I murmur. “Everything around her when her anger rises or her emotions run high gets unbearably hot. She must have been absorbing the dragon's heat when their emotions make them grow warmer. She can be

is beginning to spring to life in my chest as I bite my lip, gnawing on it as I process all the information and Merikh's idea. It might actually work, forcing her to end herself so we can make

each other in some other language I don't understand while I stand from my seat and move closer to Merikh.

know it seems like a long shot, but if we can't kill her, the best we can do is make sure she can't come back

stage. Giselle was suffocating in the room, nearly drying me out,

thrives off of it, but it is also her downfall in this sense. That is the problem with chaos. There is never a plan and thus things eventually break down and crumble away." Ezrah says. "The very fact there is a plan is a step in the

something loudly at Zale, who snaps his mouth shut and looks away, his jaw clenched tight before he turns his angry gaze on Merikh. "How exactly do you expect to store said ashes?" Zale says, finally breaking out of the conversation with Caspian. "You have a plan, fine. But what about where it will go? Who will know about it and what it is?

grimly, his eyes settling on me. "You are not strong enough to

as Merikh gives

siren kingdom where you store relics or things you wish to keep safely away from others,” I shrug. "Only the siren king will know, passing it down from king to king to guard and protect it. We

to

exhales. "Look, I do not wish to be the person who makes such depressing observations, but we can not fight with you. Caspian is still recovering and only