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.

salvage what he left." Teiran says, moving closer and proceeding to process the rest of the

She moves forward, passing the deer and stepping into a

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

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

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

sure?" I ask him

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

you sure you know what you are doing? Because it looks to me like you are cutting that deer

meat, no matter how it is cut." He says, looking

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

her to my presence. She shakes her head out of a daze,

to her, only for there to

She tells me, her head tilting to

not." I

scared." A

draws a cocky smile from me as

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

who killed the 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

thing." She hisses. "That bastard did it, so I scared him

step closer. "Can you

her teeth grinding together. I can

I say, placing my hands up. "He

She blinks.

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

forehead wrinkles and her nose crinkles. "Is that why there

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 likely mean injuries in some way for all

man who killed the deer go?" Kyra