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 and

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

her but always beneath her, but it feels somehow invasive to see her like this, in a way

to shape, and that she loves so much. It feels wrong to admire her for it and

behind me. "There

sure?" I ask him

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

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

cut." He says,

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 a

movement under the trees on the opposite side. My eyes stuck on the thing

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

to her, only for

not Ezrah." She tells me, her head

not."

scared." A feminine voice

smile from me as I chuckle

when it is someone of your kind."

deer?" I ask, though have 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 with fury as she clenches her

never do such a thing." She hisses. "That bastard did it,

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

her eyes, her teeth grinding together. I can see

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

war?" She

lycans..." Kyra says, confused, as she slides

nose crinkles. "Is that why there are

then there is a chance we will find ourselves fighting more of them. Which will slow us down and likely mean injuries in

deer go?" Kyra asks, moving