Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

Chapter 127

*Merikh*

"Have you spoken with Beta Hayes?" Percy asks, the ashes of Giselle in his arms as I carry a now sleeping Colette. My muscles are tense, my instincts screaming out as I try to reach my brother and get no mind link back.

"We might be too far out." I suggest. Percy nods like it is a possibility, but I think we both know that something is terribly wrong. I can feel the pack. I know they are near and that I am well within range of Hayes, yet he says nothing.

-Hayes, answer me, that is an alpha order-I shoot out to him directly one more time.

The silence is deafening and the nagging in my gut tells me he is dead, or in need of saving.

"Fuck," I mutter, my chest ripping in two when I look down at my tear stained luna, who is pale and speckled with injuries, do not heal, even with my presence and constant holding of her.

"Do you want me to go look for him?" Percy asks, just as figures are seen in the distance.

"No," I say, zeroing in on them as I break into a labored run, “I need you to take Colette to the healers and get her in a bath of healing waters immediately. Hayes is my responsibility. I will find him and then kick his ass for not responding."

It's a grim joke, but in order to keep my mind from fearing the worst, I need the light release of humor. Percy, heavens bless him, forces out a tight chuckle, waving down the warriors in front of us. They sprint toward us, eyes wide when they see the sight and then tilt their head, confused, looking at what is in Percy's arms.

"Is Luna Colette okay?" Brandy, one of my top warriors, asks.

"She is in need of healing. Percy will take her." I glance around, noting the bodies on the ground are either bloody or burned. Many of them are my people, and a sadness grows deeper in my chest.

Percy asks, motioning for the warrior

has seen him since-" Brandy

Brandy?" I ask, my voice firm as my stomach twists in knots. Percy steps up and I gently place

the next she was

doesn't need the details.

his brows and

mate went crazy and ran into the woods screaming. All the wolves with

dragons and they chased him and Leandra. As soon as the fog hit and the dragons left, we started looking for them, but truthfully...I

and those ashes to the pack house now. I will return." I spin on my heels when thin fingers gently squeeze my wrist, the fluttering in my stomach disappearing as the bond relieves my worries, even if just

her a gentle look before her

seems to shrink at the

and nods slightly before she tries to get out of

help,"

only slow me down. I promise I will be back as soon as I can." I assure her. She reluctantly nods, and I

is too late. My family consists of Colette and Hayes, and losing either of them now, after everything would feel like losing an extension of me. All I can hope is that I find him and Leandra hopefully just passed out from a blast

in different openings, hoping to find either of them or at least a clue of where the hell to go next. It feels fruitless

missing, as is his mate. We need to find them now.-- I shoot through the

move to ask them to stop looking for their friends and loved ones to look for

a plea. The hollering of his name rings out through barren trees and echoes off once vast part of forest. "Hayes!" I scream, my voice hoarse as I feel it straining to work through the heavy smell of smoke that clogs my lungs, even after the wave and fog eliminated the flames. "ALPHA MERIKH!" My name rings out and I spin, trying to find the location when I see a young warrior break out of some trees,

the warrior says, turning and leading me. The trees where he takes me are untouched by the fire, all dusted in a light layering

"Are you