Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

*Colette*

Percy is silent, his eyes always on the lookout and his body tense as we move swiftly closer and closer to the enemy. There are so many things I want to say, want to ask him, but I know all too well the once chatty kid is much more closed off now. Even to me. I clear my throat softly and glance at him, catching him as he looks at me. Then he sighs.

"Luna, I am fine." He tries to assure me.

"Ok," I say nonchalantly, afraid to push harder.

"The Fae queen's hold wasn't long enough to linger in me. I have not felt her once where Leandra has." He offers and I shake my head.

It's funny how he assumes I am worried about that. Or perhaps he knows exactly what I am worried about and wants to be sure we skip that topic. When I look at him again, I see he needs this, to just air his own worries and doubts while I pretend they are mine.

"If you say so, Percy." I shrug, ducking under a pine branch, the needles tumbling from the dried out tree and scattering to the ground.

"I would never put you in danger. If I was worried about her having a hold on me, then I wouldn't have come." He says, his voice growing more desperate. "The fae's hold was weak enough for me to fight once, so if it happens again, I will fight it."

A soft breeze brushes my face, and I pause, wondering how a breeze could make it through the dense forest. He prattles on with his words while I watch as a single tree shudders from the same wind and I reach out, grabbing Percy's arm. He lets out a sad sigh.

"Luna, I swear I am here to protect you, and it has nothing to do with Penny. We took an oath and I stand by that—”

"Percy..." I mutter "Shut up."

He follows my gaze, his eyes growing wide before he scowls up at the tree, his knees bending as he lowers his body and prepares for an attack.

"What do you see?" he whispers low enough only a wolf could pick up.

"Breeze in a single tree," I murmur back, my eyes focused on the branch that sways yet shows me nothing. No animal or warrior can be seen, but we have learned that means shit in this world where magic has turned dark.

"We need to move," He says, grabbing my elbow, and tugging me away. My eyes snap to him, watching as he fixates on something I clearly can not pinpoint.

"What do YOU see?" I hiss at him and he shakes his head, though his eyes remain focused.

"Nothing where something should be, and that worries me more," he says before snapping his gaze to meet mine. Panic explodes over his face. "Run, luna" "Shit," I grumble, turning and taking off at a full sprint.

Percy is at my back, his even breathing loud enough for me to hear, and I realize he is doing that for me, so I know he is there and I don't need to look back. I try to reach out to Merikh, but we have grown too far apart.

the time to attack and yet it didn't.

Percy usher out behind me as I try like

Not only do they have that height and long legs, their stamina and strength is overall just.... better. I, however, have

but my own. If I fail, I will be the first one to go and I can't imagine what

with a tree trunk, my shoulder smacking into it with a loud thud as I grunt out in

if they are long fingers extending to entwine me. Twigs, slice at my face, catch as my waist

disappearing as I take a step onto my ankle and pain tears through my calf. I cry out, and land

feel her now, she is so fucking close, I can taste her on

forcing myself to stand as I roll my shoulders back. He looks over his shoulders at me, a

fully intend to do

on him winning this battle. He is young and new to this role, but I am not sure there has ever been a better gamma duo than the one I

and her face pale, almost gaunt. When she smiles, she reveals a mouth of missing teeth and lips that are colored

she takes, I see the stains on her garb. The way it is tattered and soaked with blood. Elm must have failed to kill her. She has clearly

cracking and a droplet of blood dripping down her

looks sad for a moment, glancing down at her

loved me," she whispers. "He chose me

to me, bitch." Percy says, stepping in between us to block

as his lycan surfaces and he tears into the tree's bark, breaking it clean off of him. Another flies for him, taking his other hand just as one grabs his leg. He howls, breaking his hind leg free as he snaps at the

to the dry dirt, reaching for the water and swiftly pulling it from the earth intime to break his

one with a party trick, I

eyes. I know I need to save my strength, but I refuse to watch him fight an unfair fight. There

eyes, she witnesses it. Roots rise from the ground, breaking through with such force that Percy is unable to maintain his

twisting together at the top slowly, trapping him. He tears them to shreds,

to the ground, his lycan form roaring in anger as he tries like hell to break free. A green root slips around his neck, tightening as his lycan retreats and Percy's human form takes its place. His

from the ground and trying to make

his neck stops, and I look up at Lily, who looks all too happy with what she is doing. Then he leans forward

goodbye." She says. "It's more than you got

as I can. What use is water at this moment? What use is a wolf against a magic that took down

not allowed to die." I command him with my tone. He meets my gaze, unsure of how to respond as he lies, unable to move. Then I realize what it

my eyes. I dig deeper than the cold reserves of water just below the surface. My siren reaches past the flowing waters in the caverns hidden far below even what

the earth, so I find the water that is bubbling, the water that steams and roars with pockets of heat. It feels as if my veins are

surface, exploding from the very earth beneath Lily's feet as she screeches and flies into the air. The water drips down onto us, the searing burns ones I relish as it proves I did it. Then I look at Percy and he roars, his lycan back and breaking free as he leaps up a tree, tackles her from the geyser as