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.

at least we can salvage what he left." Teiran says, moving closer and proceeding to

different ways Ezrah could have potentially gone. She moves forward, passing the deer and stepping into a tiny clearing where she

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

loves so much. It feels wrong to admire her for it and yet...her focus is adorable and

follow her and see what else you two may find, then come back for me." Teiran says from behind me. "There is enough meat here that we can turn it into jerky and have

ask him and he snorts

been out here on my own for a long

to me like you are

cut." He

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

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

to her, my hand sliding up her lower back to alert her to my

to her, only for there to be a chuckle that echoes

tells me, her head tilting to the

not."

A feminine voice calls

cocky smile from me as

often get scared, and most certainly not when it

steps forward, her blond hair reflecting the

thing." She hisses. "That bastard

taking a step closer. "Can

teeth grinding together. I can see the trees

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

war?" She blinks. "What

and the lycans..." Kyra says,

forehead wrinkles and her nose crinkles. "Is that why there are so many of

will slow us down and likely mean injuries in some way for all of us. "Well, in the past year, I have. And just in the last three days I saw a huge group and

the deer go?"