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.

ask you what you assumed I wanted to know." I remind him and he nods, a small smile forming before he pushes

were staring at me," He

know the pain they bring the bearer of them." Then I spin on my toes and walk toward the front of the group. I catch up to Nisha, sliding up on her right side as she looks amused by my presence. Neither of us

we are going

Tracker?" She muses, her deep brown eyes blinking

"Just coming

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

her head before she points up ahead, where

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

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

She arches a

your dislike for me is purely a personal choice." I scoff and nod my head.

a few steps before she exhales and groans. Her hand reaches out, clutching my elbow, tugging me back next

up and very anger filled family. But that's all I have, so

drifting off as my eyes scan the area around us, a scent prickling my senses as I slow down. The trees are still, not a breeze

I narrow my eyes, tilting my chin up and taking a deep

or charcoal in

leading me as it pulses away, calling me to follow. I can feel the excitement rising in my gut, a

after me, but I am too far gone,

a tree,

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

a shiver 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 the flame fuel a

spit

nose 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 my lycan's eyesight

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