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.

I ask you what you assumed I wanted to know." I remind him and

me," He

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

and looks down on me for some reason. But if we are going to be stuck together for a while, then I may as

muses,

I tell her. "Just coming

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

her head before she points up ahead,

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

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

arches

is purely a personal choice." I scoff and nod my

hand reaches out, clutching my elbow, tugging me back

my family, a weird, fucked up and very

for you, I'm not looking for a family." I say my word, drifting off as my eyes scan the area around us, a scent prickling my senses as

to me as I narrow my eyes, tilting

scent of overly warm metal or charcoal in the faintest way pulling me off the path

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 as I throw my eyes open and sprint off in

hisses after me, but

a

the under skin looking green and still moist. It's more like a dent, as if a rock were hammered

and look closely. There is a slight shimmer, an oily hue, on my fingertips. As if it matches the flame fuel

spit

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 my

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