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.

following us. Whatever it is, it has had the time to attack and yet it didn't. Whether that makes it a wise enemy or a shitty ally, I don't know.

faster," I hear Percy usher out behind me as I try like hell

I, however, have to reserve my wolf and siren to try to save as many people as I can when the time

depend on me being able to drown out the blast, but my own. If I fail,

I grunt out in pain. Percy is next

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

step onto my ankle and pain tears through my calf. I cry out, and land on my hands and knees, turning to look at Percy, who stands in front, his back to me and his

her now, she

shoulders back. He looks

to do just that,

enough to make me bet my life on him winning this battle. He is young and new to this role, but I am not sure there has ever been a better

red and her face pale, almost gaunt. When she smiles, she reveals

see the stains on her garb. The way it is tattered and soaked with blood. Elm must have failed to

and a droplet of blood dripping down her chin. "You turned him

ask and she looks sad for a moment,

she whispers. "He chose me

stepping in between us to

fast as he grabs it back, yanking it toward him 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

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

not the only one with a party trick, I guess." She

my strength, but I refuse to watch him fight an unfair fight. There is nothing for me to say to Lily so instead I

to inch his way closer to her, but even without using her eyes, she

onto his ass. They circle him, twisting together at the top slowly, trapping him. He tears them to shreds, but they replace quicker than he can move out of the

the ground, his lycan form roaring in anger as he tries like hell to break free. A green root slips around his neck,

from the ground and trying to make it over to him.

who looks all

"It's more than you got to do with

I lick my lips and dig as deep in myself as I can. What use

with my tone. He meets my gaze, unsure of how to respond as he lies, unable to move. Then I realize what it is I have

his brows in confusion as I close 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

of heat. It feels as if my veins are being stretched as I pull it from the earth, the energy it requires making the fibers of my muscles

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