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.

didn't ask you any questions. You demanded I ask you what you assumed I wanted to know." I remind him and he nods, a small smile

at me," He says. "I

from him. After three steps, I spin, walking backward as I face him. "Every warrior knows what creates those burns, and I know the pain they bring the bearer of them." Then I spin on my toes and walk

reason. But if we are going to be stuck together for a while, then I may as well familiarize myself with her snide

She muses, her deep brown eyes

tell her. "Just

I hear them in my own ears. Being around Hayes is entirely suffocating and when he isn't around, usually there is Marcos

she points up ahead, where

She offers and I admit her immediate desire to send me off ruffles my skin and my lip

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

arches

is purely a personal choice."

a few steps before she exhales and groans. Her hand reaches out, clutching

she sighs, "I just...I am protective of these guys. They are my family, a weird, fucked up and very anger filled family.

my senses as I slow down. The trees are still, not a breeze breaking through

to me as I narrow my eyes, tilting

charcoal in the faintest way pulling me off

perks up, 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 my gut, a smile coming to my lips

are you going?" Nisha hisses after me, but I am too far gone, already

I cut around a tree,

and still

running through my body when I bring my hand to my nose and look closely. There is a slight shimmer, an oily hue, on my fingertips. As if it matches

spit

may have picked up the scent, but my other skills have 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 on

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