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.

Teiran says, moving closer and proceeding to process the rest of the

head, her eyes scanning the different ways Ezrah could have potentially gone. She moves forward, passing the deer

want to 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 never known her to

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

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

you sure?" I ask him and he snorts

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

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

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

behind. I follow it, weaving through trees until I see her.

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

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

to her, only for there to

Ezrah." She tells me,

it's not."

look scared." A feminine voice

a cocky smile from me as I chuckle low in my

misinterpret my wariness for fear. I don't often get scared, and most certainly not when it is someone

I ask, though have the feeling this will offend the wood fae. She steps forward, her

do such a thing." She hisses. "That bastard

Kyra asks, taking a step closer. "Can

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

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

She blinks. "What

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

"Is that why there are so many

us down and

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