Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

Chapter 170

"He is baiting us." Teiran gruffs, looking around for something more than the few droplets that linger on the ground.

"Or it's someone else." I mutter, focused on the way the blood seems different. Pinker, almost like paint from the store in shades lighter than blood red.

"Both of you are wrong," Kyra murmurs in thought, scooping up a leaf with some of it on it as she brings it closer to her nose and sniffs.

"And what makes you think that?" Teiran asks, walking over to her.

"There is fur in it," she explains, but he huffs in disagreement.

"The fur could have happened before or after the blood was here." He parries.

Kyra shrugs, her smooth locks falling over her shoulder and swinging toward her face as she looks carefully at what's in her hand.

"I suppose that could be true, too. But this blood smells like a deer.

"Then why is it pink?" He frowns and I grin. It feels nice to know a little more about this than others.

"It's from the lungs. It's more oxygenated and therefore looks more pink than red. Do you not hunt deer very often?"

Teiran looks at me with a blank stare, "We don't hunt our deer the same way you do."

"Right," I mumble, remembering he is a big ass dragon under that human skin. He probably doesn't have to chase and tackle, but does more swooping and swallowing.

"Are you sure it is a deer?" He asks, as Kyra stands and walks further from us.

We follow her, watching as she processes everything in her head, her eyes focused and her mind unable to hear anything we are saying now. Until she stops and places her hands on her hips.

"I am positive." She says, looking back at us and then nodding forward to where a dead deer hangs, partially butchered.

"Ezrah?" I ask, moving closer, looking at the jagged cuts closer.

"Most likely," Kyra says.

Teiran says, moving closer and proceeding to process the rest of

potentially gone. She moves forward, passing the deer and

to her but always beneath her, but it feels somehow invasive to see her like this, in a way

and that she loves so much. It

may find, then come back for me." Teiran says from behind me. "There is enough meat

him

own for a long

to me like you are cutting that deer

cut." He

see her. Her fingers touch various trees before she swoops down, touching the mossy ground. Then she drops to her knees and listens to the ground, popping up with

trees on the opposite side. My eyes stuck on the thing as it darts around, before stopping and standing

next to her, my hand sliding up her lower back to alert her to my presence. She shakes her head out of a daze, then blinks at me,

to her, only for there to be a chuckle

Ezrah." She tells me, her head tilting to the

it's not." I

A feminine

me

most certainly not when it

She steps forward, her

would never do such a thing." She hisses. "That bastard did it, so I scared

bastard?" Kyra asks, taking a step closer. "Can

narrows her eyes, her teeth grinding together. I can see the trees as they move,

say, placing my hands up. "He is our enemy and the reason the war has

She

the lycans..." Kyra says, confused, as she slides

there are so many of them around? Of

lot, then there is a chance we will find ourselves fighting more of them. Which will slow us down and likely mean injuries in some way for all of us. "Well,

the man who killed the deer go?"

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