Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

Chapter 158

*Hayes*

I barely have time to get her name out of my mouth to warn her, my heart pounding out of my chest as I watch in shock. I try to get to her, but it's too late as a tree swings wildly in the raging mud. Its branches reach out and toss her slender frame like a rag doll twenty feet from me.

"Kyra," I call out again, my voice harsh and loud. I duck under the tree as it's pulled back into the fury of the waves that rush by with no care.

"Shit," I mutter, eyeing the way the water seems to rise further, putting us in danger of being sucked back in. With the way the current is going and Kyra lying unconscious, that is the last thing I want right now.

We need to move away from this river or mudslide or whatever natural shitstorm this is. There is no time to waste as I gingerly turn her onto her side. She is limp as I collect her in my arms. Her warm skin is raised and already bruising as I sprint further into the woods. My lungs burn as I push myself to run harder.

I stutter in my step when I look down. The full force of nature's light showcasing the depth of her injuries. Kyra's perfect face is swollen, her entire right side bruised with a deep gash from her hairline to the top of her cheekbone. The Purplish hues make her freckles disappear and my stomach lurches, my fingers grip her tighter as guilt washes over me.

I hate myself, the selfish way I've grown in my desire to just end my life. These bruises, her injuries, they are my fault. Had I not been so blinded by my own shit, I might have seen that she would come for me.

I swallow the lump in my throat, licking my dry lips before I look away, searching to see where I am, and if we can stay here at least until she wakes up. I find a soft, mossy spot near a tree and move toward it.

Kyra groans in pain as I lay her down, her face wincing as I wait for her to wake up. But she doesn't. Impatience takes over as I lean forward to nudge her awake with a gentle touch.

"Kyra," I whisper, moving closer as my hand strokes her cheek, trying to bring her back to consciousness. "Come on Ky, it's time to wake up now."

waiting...and waiting for her to wake up and yet she doesn't open her eyes, or even move for hours. I check her pulse, my fingers brushing over her soft wrists, searching for any sign of life. Her heart beats strong and steady, and yet every time

I decide to occupy my mind and get things done, opting to believe she will wake up sooner rather

nearby or anything worse, like dragons or some other lurking enemy. Thank the heavens that none of our enemies seem to be nearby, and as luck would have it, I find a rundown car

The blanket is gray and holey, but the dust seems to shake off decently when I whip it through the

the few items of clothing that seem like they might work based on her size. Then I shove my legs through some jeans that

is sitting and waiting for me. A strange desire settling deep in my gut to see her eyes and feel her gaze on me blooms and I can't hide the

I break into the little area I had put her, a sick feeling of dread falls over me. Kyra's unconscious body remains exactly where it was, unmoved, as if she has done nothing

body is covered

sign that she is still clinging on. Her torso and chest are

and her shoulders bare

it. Clearly why she is still asleep. I only hope that the internal damage

heal it.

say, stalking toward her unconscious body, feeling a little awkward speaking to someone who can't respond. "If you wake up while I am doing

and lifting her slightly as I slip a green oversized shirt over her head. My fingers skim her

through the holes in the terry cloth shorts and slip them up her legs. Then I grab the blanket and lay

always

were younger, her

me of the stars, and most nights after she ran away, I would stare up at the sky and regret everything in life. I missed her, still miss her. It took

much she has changed, all the while still being exactly who she always was. There was a time I wanted to kiss those