Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

Chapter 120 *Merikh*

Warmth spreads over my face, a light misting of blood from the unfortunate wolf that is still being controlled by Lily's shit spell. I know there are more coming, but I can't help but pause and glance around, trying to determine where they will come from next. Like cockroaches, they scuttle around, lurking until they can no longer hide. It's offputting how un-wolf like it feels.

Lily shouldn't have a hold this strong on them now. And if she is close enough to have this type of hold, Elm should have ended her hours ago. My stomach churns at the thought of him being the betrayer. We put too much power in his hands, without Lily and her magical hold out of the way we are in for a long, tiring battle.

Tree branches above my head crack, a wolf falling from above as I step to the side, watching her crash to the ground with zero grace. The wolf wheezes as it stands and her for a moment to behind me.

eyes flicker

It is as if none of these wolves were trained to fight. Even in their zombified state, this should be second nature to them. Yet, she gives away the location of the one I know is now behind

me.

I lean to the side as a black wolf growls, passing me as it flies through the air. He tumbles into her and the two snap and fight for a moment while I watch, waiting for them to remember I am their enemy. A sigh breaks from my lips. At this rate, I will catch up to Colette much faster than I thought I would.

up, I would appreciate it." I tell them, making sure

my back. I whip around, my eyes flying wide as I look up at

furry bodies vibrating before a silver thread from them attaches to the

to pale, thin, naked, lifeless bodies. The monster shakes its head, red eyes meeting my green as a malicious smile meets its

solid two feet taller than me as a hand made of many wolf's claws come swiping down at me. I avoid its contact with ease, dropping low and swinging my sharp nails up and into its soft

more I look at its body, the more I understand that this isn't just one beast, but a

them every wolf of those who it chooses. A sucker of souls, to create a beast worthy of fighting the Lycan king. My heart aches for the loss of my own kind. The ones who have no control over what they are doing, yet they will not survive. Its head twists to look at me, the chin tilting to the side as if it is trying to anticipate my next move. I take the moment to sprint to the right, which makes it follow me, it's lumbering movements make the ground shake as I run directly for a tree. The second I am close, I twist my shoulders and shift my direction just

plunge my teeth into the base of its skull, digging my claws in at the lumbar of the spine. My jaw clenches as hard as possible and yank my hands up, slicing through

werewolf mashup, I watch the one body crumble into seven, all of them dead and at my feet. There isn't a second to spare as a howl breaks out and flames shoot up into the sky. My heart thuds in my chest, my eyes focusing on

at turning my back on the fighting, but I push on. Colette needs me more right now, and

my head, the panic and question in her

through the link, swooping up

the south of us for now, I don't need to be as cautious with my noise as I sprint to catch up.

can, looks like I've got some company-She says,-I'm hidden for now,