Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

*Kyra*

I can feel the weight of Hayes' stare at my back. No matter how much I try to shake it off, it is steady, like a nagging or an itch that I just can't reach or satisfy. It's damn annoying, really. Not a single person says a thing, everyone keeping to themselves as we walk along in silence. It feels weird, like they have been instructed to ignore me.

It's never easy doing something new, going somewhere new. I get it. I am an outsider, someone they don't think they need. But I know the rumors of this crew, why they are here and how they were recruited. And I meet every damn requirement and then some. Whether they want me here or not, I deserve this chance to avenge Tyler and our baby.

We walk for hours, everyone seemingly knowing where to go before we finally reach a cliff and Dean stops, staring out over the ledge in the moonlight. He looks sadder in the darker, deeper lines of pain and loneliness highlighted by the shadows, and I realize maybe they are silent because they are lost in their mourning.

Though, it is more likely that the shell of a beta I once knew is the real source. Lonely people can only stand the silence for so long. We all crave that connection just as much as we hate it. We can't help it. Without it, we sink into the chaotic noise of our heartache and pain. It is so easy to drown in it when there is no one to bring you back to reality.

"We should camp here," Dean says, making his way back to our group of five.

"I'll take the first watch," Hayes says in a grumbling tone that makes my skin goose bump. A flutter skips through my chest and I close my eyes, forcing the feeling away. If I don't acknowledge it, will it just go away?

"I'll take the third watch," Dean says.

"You take the second watch, Tracker." Hayes says, a glimmer of indifference on his face as his eyes scan me from top to bottom and his lip curls in disgust.

"Sure." I say, feigning to not want to slap him.

I remove my bag, walking toward a tree further from the group and the cliff's edge. I lay my bag up against it and lay down, pulling my hood over my head. After Hayes leaves, I watch the others as they chuckle and start a fire. They are suddenly very chatty for a group of people so silent. Perhaps it is because I have removed myself from their immediate vicinity.

But then I look around and realize that maybe it has nothing to do with me and more to do with the absence of Hayes. Does everyone avoid talking to him in general or around him? Has he lived like this for the past two years? It had seemed like at least he and Dean were somewhat friendly.

"Hey there," a voice calls out from the group, walking their way over with a mug.

"Hi," I mutter, not removing my hood as the fire grows brighter and flickers across the distance between us.

"I am Marcos." He walks up next to me, taking a seat before he hands over the hot mug. I take it curiously from him, sniffing it as he chuckles.

"It's just tea." He grins, the firelight illuminating the side of his face enough to see he has a pleasant smile. Marcos looks younger than me, though maybe not by much. His dark eyes match his tanned olive skin.

"What kind of tea?" I ask him with a soft smile.

kind that is

laugh is soft

well." He says, pulling his knees up to his chest as he wraps his arms around

in a delightful way as I smile down at the cup. My thumb rubbing over the rim. "We knew each other well, a long time ago." "Yeah well, seems like that is everyone's answer these days,"

group?" I ask him and he

is my best friend. His sister was my

The real meaning behind that question is 'what's the story' and 'how gruesome was

her." He shakes his head. "It's not as gruesome as others, but I tend to think pain is pain no matter where it's felt. It feels different for everyone." "I can't imagine Dean handled losing his sister

you are mourning for the mate you just met," He responds and I

do you mean by

into place. He got to hold her, so she wasn't alone,

stomach feels tight, and I exhale a sad

"I can't tell if that is worse than knowing

to death," he frowns. "The void is the same

Always wise with his words and great at reminding everyone to pull themselves out of their own grief and remember there are others out there living with it, too. Honestly, he reminded me so much

used to know." I whisper,

a poetry loving fool." He

Hayes know?" I scoff, rolling my

finds us. His hand rises and he motions for Marcos to come to him. Marcos sighs heavily and stands, brushing himself off before he gives me a

that Dean is

who puts his hands up in a nonthreatening way. sip my tea, watching the debacle as sleepiness settles in and I

position

myself scooching down.

and set the

into

the

aside.

to sleep, waiting for Hayes to come and wake me for the

shift.