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.

says, moving closer and proceeding to process the

potentially gone. She moves forward, passing the deer and stepping into a tiny clearing where she

attached to her but always beneath her, but it feels somehow

knew, the version he helped to shape, and that she loves so much. It feels wrong to admire her for it and yet...her focus is adorable

for me." Teiran says from behind me. "There is enough meat here that we can turn it into jerky

you sure?" I ask him and

my own for a long

you are cutting that deer like a novice." I wince as he just takes

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

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

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

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

only for there to be a chuckle that

me, her

it's not." I

scared." A feminine voice

draws a cocky smile from me

most certainly not when it is someone of your kind." I tell her, which makes

the feeling this will offend the wood fae. She steps forward, her blond hair reflecting the sun with flowers strung throughout it. Her cheeks are red

hisses. "That bastard did it,

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

you know him?" The blonde elf narrows her eyes, her teeth grinding together. I can see the trees

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

She blinks. "What

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

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

find ourselves fighting more of them. Which 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

go?" Kyra