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.

least we can salvage what he left." Teiran says, moving closer

moves forward, passing the deer and stepping into a tiny clearing where she places her hands on her hips and sucks in her bottom lip,

follow her, like a shadow forever attached to her but always beneath her, but it feels somehow invasive to see her like this, in a way I have

that she loves so much.

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

you sure?" I ask him and he snorts a

been out here on my own for a long time." He

you are cutting

matter how it is cut." He says, looking mildly confused.

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, popping up with

she does, the 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 edge of the light that shines

up next to her, my hand sliding up her lower back to alert her to my presence. She shakes

only for there to be a chuckle that echoes through

tells me, her

it's not." I

scared." A feminine voice calls

a cocky smile from me

fear. I don't often get scared, and most certainly not when it is someone of your kind." I tell her, which makes Kyra look up

steps forward, her blond hair reflecting the sun with flowers strung throughout it.

such a thing." She hisses.

closer. "Can you tell me

elf narrows her eyes, her teeth grinding together. I can see the trees

my hands up. "He is our enemy and the

She blinks. "What

Kyra says, confused, as she

that why there are so many of them around? Of those

have seen a lot around?" I ask her. 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

who killed the deer go?" Kyra asks, moving