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

gone. She moves forward, passing the

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

version he helped to shape, and that she loves so much. It feels wrong to admire

says from behind me.

him and he snorts a

on my own for a long

know what you are doing? Because it looks to me like you

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

look at where Kyra was moments before, but now there is nothing but a hint of 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 mossy ground. Then she drops to her knees and listens to the ground, popping up with a disappointed

it before she does, the quick movement under the trees on the opposite side. My eyes stuck on the thing as it darts around, before stopping and standing

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

to her, only for there

She tells me, her head

not." I

scared." A feminine voice calls

me as

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

the feeling this will offend the wood fae. She steps forward, her blond hair reflecting

hisses. "That bastard did it, so I

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

her teeth grinding together. I can see the

hands up. "He is our enemy and the reason

She blinks. "What

says, confused, as she slides a weird look

and her nose crinkles. "Is that why there are so many of them

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 of us. "Well, in the past year, I have. And just in the last three days I saw a huge

deer go?" Kyra asks, moving back