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

forward in her head, her eyes scanning the different ways Ezrah could have potentially gone. She moves forward, passing the deer and stepping into a tiny clearing where she places her hands on her hips and sucks

but always beneath her, but it

he helped to shape, and that she loves so much.

behind me. "There is enough meat here that we can turn it into jerky

I ask him

on my own for a long time."

sure you know what you are doing? Because it looks to me like you are cutting that deer like a novice." I wince as

cut." He says, looking mildly confused.

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

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

her lower back to alert her to my presence. She shakes her head out of a

whisper to her, only for

not Ezrah." She tells me, her head tilting to

it's not."

look scared." A feminine voice

from me as I chuckle low in my

often get scared, and most certainly not when it is

you who killed the deer?" I ask, though have the feeling this will offend the wood fae. She steps forward,

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

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

together. I can see the

hands up. "He

She blinks.

with the dragons and the lycans..." Kyra says,

her nose crinkles. "Is that why there

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

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