Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

"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.

can salvage what he left." Teiran says, moving

the deer and stepping into a tiny clearing where

her, like a shadow forever attached to her but always beneath her, but it feels somehow invasive to

that she loves so much. It feels wrong

and see what else you two may find, then come back for me." Teiran says from behind me.

I ask him and he

own for

you

how it is cut." He says, looking mildly confused. "Now go before

at where Kyra was moments before, but now there is nothing but a hint of her scent left behind. I follow it, weaving through trees until I 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,

does, the quick movement under the trees on the opposite side. My eyes stuck on the thing as it darts around, before stopping

sliding up her lower back to alert her to my presence. She shakes her head out of a daze,

have an audience." I whisper to her, only for there to be

me, her head

it's not." I

scared." A

smile from me as I chuckle low in my

certainly not when it is someone of your kind."

steps forward, her blond

She hisses. "That bastard did it,

taking a step closer. "Can you tell me which

grinding together. I

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

war?" She blinks.

with the dragons and the lycans..." Kyra says, confused, as she slides

why there are so many of them

Shit, if she has seen a 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, in

who killed the deer go?" Kyra asks,