Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

Chapter 151

*Kyra*

I catch myself constantly stealing glimpses of Hayes' injury. The way the scars seem to crawl up his neck and into his cheek like a thorny rose vine creeping up a trellis. It twists and dips, spots shiny while others are dull and deep. My fingers itch to touch it, to trace the

tendrils that caused him so much pain as they dance up the side of his head, burning off half his eyebrow.

It's mesmerizing, almost beautiful. A map of his sufferings. He finds it appalling, convinced I could only feel the same way. But I don't avoid his touch because of his injuries. I run from the sparks he seems immune to.

The explosion that rips through my body and tries to urge me to follow what the moon goddess has given me. It's not about moving on from what I lost, but accepting what I am being offered. But I'm not sure I can or that I want to.

"Ask me," Hayes sighs heavily, the annoyance clear in his exhale as he remains looking forward. My brows pull together, the left corner of my lip pulling down in a confused frown.

"What exactly am I asking you?"

"Did it hurt? Does it still hurt? How did it happen?" Hayes says, his voice flat and unaffected.

"Is that normally what people ask?" I watch him closely as he clears his throat and looks in the opposite direction. "Because I got the feeling people avoid you."

"Because of my burns?" He scoffs, and I snort.

"No, because you're an asshole now."

Dean and Marcos chuckle ahead of us, both of them shaking their heads.

"Yeah, well, if I look like an asshole people don't ask me annoying questions," He grumbles.

I arch a brow and smirk up at him, regardless of how much he tries to look away.

what you assumed I wanted to know." I remind

me," He says.

pain they bring the bearer of them." Then I spin

some reason. But if we are going to be stuck together for a while, then I

She muses, her deep brown eyes

Nisha." I tell her. "Just coming

Being around Hayes is entirely suffocating and when he isn't around, usually there is Marcos drowning me with his

before she points up ahead, where Koda saunters, ducking under a

Koda." She offers and I admit her immediate desire to

I do something to offend you?" I ask, tired of

arches

me is purely a personal choice."

and groans. Her hand reaches out, clutching my elbow, tugging me

am protective of these guys. They are my family, a weird, fucked up and very anger filled family. But that's all I have, so yes, I am hesitant

area around us, a scent prickling my senses as I slow down. The trees are still, not a breeze breaking through the dense foliage of the forest, yet my nose draws my attention to

narrow my eyes, tilting my

permeates the air, the scent of overly warm metal or charcoal in the faintest way

and I squeeze my eyelids together, allowing the world around me to fall silent. In the darkness I see a dull light, like a thread leading me as it pulses away, calling me to follow. I can feel the excitement rising in

Nisha hisses after me, but I

around a tree,

a small fresh cut, the under skin looking green and still moist. It's more like a dent, as if a rock were hammered into it. My

indent, a shiver running through my body when I bring my hand to my nose and look closely. There is

spit

verified it. Ezrah and the egg are close. Now it is a matter of how close. What I need now is stealth and silence as I rely

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