Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

"Shit, shit, shit," I mutter to myself as I crash through the brambles. Thistles and thorns slice through my skin as if I were running through barbed wire. My hoodie tears, catching on everything as I try to refocus myself. line their dragon's body.

I'm a fucking trained warrior and skilled tracker, damn it, but two dragons? At the same time? That's a tall order even for a top trained lycan. In their human form, they are stronger than us and their skin, depending on the type of dragon, can be as tough as the scales that

I cast my head down, ducking under a larger branch when the ground catches my eyes and I see I am coming to a rocky area. I break out of the bushes, a cry of pain as my hair tangles and rips from my scalp. A stinging reminder that I always have my hair slicked back for

a reason.

I come to a sliding halt, my feet dancing over the loose slate like rock as I tumble to my knees just before the edge comes into view. Great. I ran directly onto a slick ledge of loud rocks. So far I am doing a terrible job of using what I know. But in my defense, waking up to two giant dragon men is not all that great for providing clarity rather than sheer panic.

I swing my head from side to side, looking for a way out, up or heck, even down should I need it. But there is nothing but more thorns and bushes. My lycan itches for freedom, hunched and waiting on the edge of my anxiety. The moment she is needed, she will take over. No need for me to even request or seek her out.

We have always been in sync with each other, but since losing Tyler, something changed. Instead of feeling like two separate beings sharing a space, we feel more unified. More like we are one and the same. Though honestly, it would be nice to not have to rely on her just yet.

I glance to the right, a groan escaping my lips as I take off in that direction. The shale under my feet makes me unsteady, but I push forward, choosing not to wait any longer for the dragons to find me due to indecision. The ground shakes under my feet and the rocks shimmy, my body shifting slightly as they vibrate toward the edge of the cliff.

"What the hell..." I mutter, squatting down, trying to get my body more steady as I try to rush forward.

I stop when my eyes lock on a heavy-footed, smaller dragon. He stops from side to side; the earth shaking with its heavy weight. I breathe in deep and a growl rumbles through my spine, vertebrates snapping in quick succession as my lycan comes to the surface. I leap up; the rocks sliding out from under my feet, but I fly forward enough I can reach his leg. I cling to him, yanking myself around to his side. The jerk moves fast for a fat, stubby beast, his leg launching me into a bush. There is no time to waste as I lunge forward, swooping down to grab a triangular sharp rock.

The dragon rears his head up and I see the opportunity where his soft under chin meets his jaw. I catch him off guard with my lycan speed, hammering the rock into his neck before slipping my claws into his sliced flesh and dragging its along the inside exposing his throat as his deep red blood pours out along with a thick clear substance similar to the texture of oil.

I step away from him, my chest heaving from the effort before the wind picks up in the distance, the trees bending with its might, and I realize I am utterly fucked if I don't get lucky or run. There is nowhere to go, nowhere to hide as I rush to the edge of the cliff and spin, facing the dragon whose blood is hurriedly rushing toward the very edge where I stand.

Then I take a step back and drop. I dig my claws into the rocks, gliding down it for a few feet before coming to a stop where I hang and hope the other dragon doesn't look over the edge.

over head splatters as the gusts from the other dragon's wings hit it and the other substance. It stops suddenly, silence filling the air while my heart

body tingling with awareness and my lycan ready to leap up at a moment's notice. But nothing

my claws as I wedge them in the holes of the rock, making it almost to the tops when I slip. My body swings out, one

melding with the dragon's fire substance, making it more vibrant and less angry red. It is mesmerizing watching it as it slips into the very spot I hang from and as if in slow motion, my hold loosens and suddenly, I am falling. I reach out, trying to grab hold of the rock again, but agonizing pain wracks my

I wheeze and try to breathe. The coppery flavor of blood fills my mouth, my lycan trying to hold on until we crash to the

acting like a sharp nail riddled swoop as I tumble and

try to force myself to swim. Instead, I grab a

I whisper, looking up at where

float until the sun

the water smile up, knowing if I died here, then I know at least

me as he was drds

And

my heart sinks.

I grumble. Looking to the

long but I make it to the side, crawling out as my legs refuse to work, feeling like soggy over cooked noodles. "Well, holy shit." I

a heavy wheeze, looking up

covered

yourself useful and help me up." I groan, pushing myself to my knees. Nausea overwhelms me

you stay lying

leave me behind to be

perhaps she isn't as terrible

"Which is more than I thought she would do. But she

falls silent. The