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."

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

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

minute. "If Giselle lives, she will always be

ashes and store her in the ocean."

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

I ask him. "She

Ezrah

forcing things to move faster, as if she won't be around to spur things on. Phoenix's

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

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 vulnerable. Is that correct Caspian?"

in thought. "How do you suppose we get her to go up in flames? It could take years for her to reach that

been absorbing the dragon's heat when their emotions make them grow warmer. She can be around the dragons, but with their flaring temper,

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

while I stand from my

her, the best we can do is make sure she can't come back again." He says, looking me in the eye. "What do you

drying me out, and I

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 crumble

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

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

Merikh gives my hand a gentle squeeze

the 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

get her to burn

be the person who makes such depressing observations, but we can not fight with you. Caspian is still recovering and only