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.

he left." Teiran says, moving closer and proceeding to process

different ways Ezrah could have potentially gone. She moves forward, passing the

her, but it feels somehow invasive to see her like this, in a way I have never known her to

she loves so much. It feels wrong to admire her for it

may find, then come back for me." Teiran says from behind me.

him and he

own for a long time." He responds and

Because it looks to me like you are cutting that deer like a novice."

He says, looking mildly confused. "Now go before she leaves

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

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

up her lower back to alert her to my presence. She shakes her head

to her, only for there to be a

She tells me, her head

not."

look scared." A feminine voice calls

from me as I chuckle low

scared, and most certainly not when it is someone of your kind." I tell her, which makes Kyra look up at me

wood fae. She steps forward, her blond

hisses. "That

Kyra asks, taking a step closer. "Can you tell me which

him?" The blonde elf narrows her eyes, her teeth grinding together. I can see the trees as they move,

"He is our enemy

war?" She blinks.

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

her nose crinkles. "Is that why there are so many of them around? Of

ourselves fighting more of them. Which will slow us down and likely mean injuries in some way for all

man who killed the deer go?" Kyra asks, moving back to the