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 proceeding

She moves forward, passing the deer and stepping into a tiny clearing where she places her hands on her hips and sucks in her bottom lip, chewing

but always beneath her, but it feels somehow

so much. It feels wrong to admire her for it and yet...her focus

follow her and see what else you two may find, then come back for me." Teiran says from behind me.

sure?" I ask him and

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

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

it is cut." He

through trees until I see her. Her fingers touch various trees before she

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

coming up next to her, my hand sliding up her lower back to alert her to my presence. She shakes her head out of a daze, then blinks at

an audience." I whisper to her, only for there

Ezrah." She tells me, her head

it's not."

scared." A

a cocky smile from me as I chuckle low in my

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

you 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 red with fury as she clenches

thing." She hisses. "That bastard

asks, taking a step closer. "Can you tell

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

hunting him." I say, placing my hands up. "He is our enemy and the reason the war has not

war?" She blinks. "What

lycans..." Kyra says,

forehead wrinkles and her nose crinkles. "Is that why there are so many of them around?

find ourselves fighting more of them. Which will slow us down and likely mean injuries in some way for all of us. "Well, in

deer go?" Kyra asks, moving back to the