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.

would appreciate it." I tell them, making sure they can sense my boredom. "I have better things

they move around and circle to my back. I whip around, my eyes flying wide as I look up at

furry bodies vibrating before a silver thread from

a malicious smile meets its rigid bumpy face. I slip off my pants and shirt as I throw my head back

rise to my full height, the monster still a 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

legs and to its back. The more I look at its body, the more I understand that this isn't just one beast, but a beast made of many. With a bouquet of various colored tails and a spine made of many, I understand what I am

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 in time for the monster to collide with the enormous base

at the lumbar of the spine. My jaw clenches as hard as possible and yank my hands up, slicing through bone and flesh as it goes limp. I don't release my hold until we

moving back from the magical version of a 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 the direction of the chaos breaking out.

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

Colette in my head, the panic and question in her emotions that bleed through to

fine and heading your way-I tell her through the link, swooping up my clothing and

for now, I don't need to be as cautious with my noise as I sprint to catch up. I contemplate telling her about Lily and Elm. How

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