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.

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

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 never

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

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

I ask him and he snorts a

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

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

no matter how it is cut." He says, looking mildly confused. "Now go

hint of her scent left behind. I follow it, weaving through trees until I see her. Her fingers touch various

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

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

for there to be a chuckle

me, her head

not." I

scared." A

draws a cocky smile from me as I chuckle low

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

though have the feeling this will offend the wood fae. She steps forward, her blond hair reflecting the sun with flowers strung

hisses. "That bastard did it, so I scared

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

together. I can see the trees as they

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

war?" She blinks. "What

lycans..." Kyra says, confused,

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

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

did the man who killed the deer go?" Kyra asks, moving back to the