Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

Chapter 113



I don't look behind me as I spin her and give her a rough shove forward. Even without my lycan, I can run and fast. It's rare I am one to retreat. Shit, it's hardly happened more than once or twice that I can recall, but now is as good a time as ever.

"Move," I growl at her as she glances over her shoulder at me before her eyes grow wide and she sprints.

My legs move in stride with hers, catching up in a few steps, looking back to see creatures creeping on the forest floor toward us with unnatural speed. My heart pounds as I press my hand to her back, spurring her on faster.

"Move faster, Letty," I rush out. I feel her muscles move at my command. Her stride lengthens and her arms pump harder.

The growling grows louder and the sounds of branches snapping above us send a shiver through my body as I prepare for whatever made up beast Lily has drafted up using her dark magic this time around. I reach out to my lycan, searching for that connection, the one just out of reach.

"What the fuck is that sound, Merikh?" she hisses as she slows and ducks under a low hanging tree branch.

"Focus on moving." I mutter, rallying against the wall in my mind, keeping me from being able to turn around and just annihilate the beasts behind us.

I leap over a root, landing just ahead of her as I grab her hand and begin to pull her faster. If I remember correctly, there is a small ledge ahead, one that has a roaring stream at the bottom of it.

If we can just make it to it, make it over it, then it should buy us some time. Especially with Colette's abilities with water. She could erase the magic with a simple rain shower, but that would drain her and to do that this early would be a waste of her energy.

"Merikh..." she says in a small warning. She is tired of being told what to do, but I know looking back would only make her freak out.

"Just do not look back," I urge her as she groans and follows me. Her hand squeezes mine and I look at her as her body seems to vibrate.

"There is a powerful body of water close." She mutters, "I can stop them if you would just let—"

"No." I snap. "No, it is a good idea, but you need to save your strength. The last thing we need is to drain your water abilities before we absolutely must."

firmly, her gait slowing as

I can feel her inner

"I do."

say jump." I rush out, looking back to see a

fuck is

It hisses in pain, a warbling noise emitting

yell at her and she whimpers, her legs kicking as hard as possible as we close

gasps in surprise as I throw her forward and scream

across, as I leap slightly

before my legs fly out from under me and I am falling. "No!" she squeals, her hand catching hold of my

feels incredibly heavy as a sticky, wet substance clings to me. Without looking, I know what it is. It's the fucked up weird lizard creature that is probably truly just a wolf, just bewitched. But right now, it feels

my ankle. My anger rises as the others come to a stop, hissing and growling

plan worked for the most part. The magic washes away with water, so for them to jump and miss,

slamming it hard into the jagged rocks, the creature making a pained sound as it tries to cling to me. Over and over again I grunt, the sway of

as she nods. She groans, lifting me a few inches as

dust off my chest that has minor cuts because of the rocks. My eyes scan around for Colette,

her, feel her, but the fear in her voice sets me over the edge. I can't

around to catch her scent, hoping to figure

I hear a feminine voice call out and I try to

my head in that direction a glint in the trees

move closer and closer. She is a cocky bitch, one

the light, a massive red raging wound cutting through

punished for

get out." She

I ask, and

of your fucking business. Right now, I need her