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."

who can kill Giselle. What

is saying. I must admit, the idea of not needing to be the savior of all our species and our allies is appealing. There are

will always be a threat. She will always come after Colette,

her ashes and store

in a stupor, trying to wake themselves up. My mom watches us and after a minute, a sharp jab hits my ribcage and I hiss, rubbing my side. She scowls at me, quietly motioning

do we gather her ashes?" I ask him. "She

impervious to heat, they become heat." Ezrah says, speaking for the first

faster, as if she won't be around to spur things on. Phoenix's are known for rising from the ashes. They burn up in a

evolve-is that even the

I know of, which, admittedly, is limited." Ezrah says. "Ash form is where they are most vulnerable.

deck in thought. "How do you

is close." 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

as I process all the information and

while I stand from my

we can do is make sure she can't come back again."

I think it could work. She is close to the next stage. Giselle was suffocating in the room, nearly drying me out, and I don't think it

creature of chaos. She 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

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? There are many factors that need to be considered in

plan more than just ceasing a hopeful opportunity." He says grimly, his eyes settling on me. "You are not strong enough to take her

escapes my lips as Merikh gives my

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 will have the time to figure out

to burn up," He

"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 the royals can