Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

Chapter 112



We creep toward the main area of the pack, where I know we have at least a defense of some sort. Well, I hope. In theory, once we hit pack grounds, we should have been under the safety of my pack, but clearly, things are a little more complicated than I hoped for.

I try to listen closely to the forest for sounds or lack thereof. The chittering of a squirrel or the silence of even the tiniest of insects to determine where the enemy is placed. But I hear nothing more than my heavy beating heart and the way my lycan seems to scream inside of me.

He feels locked away, as though he has been placed in an internal cage and we can't fully reach each other. It's strange and as much as I hate to admit it, the realization that Lauren's bite may have fucked us over is downright scary.

The vampire bite should have killed either me or my lycan. Whatever Ezrah did stalled the process, but if it had already started...if for some reason he stopped it after we began the separation of our soul, then I will always just be out of reach of my beast.

-Can you reach out to Hayes using the mindlink?-- Colette asks through ours. I frown, trying, but all I get is a static noise pulsing in my head that causes a stab of pain to my temple. I wince as I slam my eyes shut and shake my head.

-I can't-I tell her. Our eyes meet in the silence of the woods and I see the worry buried beneath the problem solving she is doing.

-It's not just you. I can't reach out to anyone in the pack-She says through our mate bond link.

-That just means Lily is close-I tell her and she nods, placing her hand on a downed tree as she propels herself over it.

There is a deep growl as I follow suit and land just in front of her. My eyes narrowed at the mangy wolf preparing to pounce on us. Its eyes rage in their telltale red as I inch forward, ready to fight him with bare fists if need be.

He lunges for me, gnashing teeth and drool hurling in my direction as I bob to the side, reaching out to catch him by the front paw. His back end lifts as I tug his front down, causing him to go down hard on his back with a thundering crack as his hind legs and lower back crash into the tree we had leapt over.

paws, a heavy whine as he realizes how unfortunate he is to have come across us alone. I saunter over to him, stooping low with a groan before I lift his head and quickly snap

in a hiss, her body stumbling into mine with

form, tearing at the enemy we didn't even hear coming. I scramble to get up, catching a furry figure as it crashes into my side and I thud into a tree trunk, my shoulder popping like a balloon in a

I get nothing from him except the strength I have always had. A groan of frustration tears from my lips as I reach out with

as I lean back, then parry his attack with a fist to the muzzle. He whines before jumping at me again, this time taking me down to my back as

eyes socket. The wolf whines, trying to tear away from me, the whipping of his head back and forth popping my shoulder back

forehead to the tip of his muzzle. The bone shatters, his cry morphing into a strange snort of agony as

a moment, I tackle the

skin before I yank with all my might. Flesh tears open like a velcro strap in a shoe and warmth pools around my hand as I ramp up for another tug, removing the muscle and throat

human form, rushing toward

her face as she

oel. Pret

are the weaker of the two. And supposed, right now,

asks, a lilt

arch a brow at her, noting the look on her face, the way she seems to think for some reason that without my lycan I

it look like I needed my lycans' help?" I ask

form would allow us to

me.

focus on getting

our plan. Colette is right. We need to be

I have