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 and proceeding to process the

see Kyra already moving 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

but it feels somehow invasive to see

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

her and see what else you two may find, then come back for me." Teiran says from behind me. "There is enough meat here that we can turn it into

I ask him

for a long

you are cutting that deer like a novice."

cut." He says, looking

I follow it, weaving through trees until I see her. Her fingers touch various trees before she swoops

she does, the quick movement under the trees on the opposite side. My eyes stuck on the thing as

back to alert her to

have an audience." I whisper to her, only for there to be a chuckle that echoes through the

She tells me,

it's not." I

scared." A feminine voice calls

draws a cocky smile from me as I chuckle

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

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

a thing." She hisses. "That bastard

a step closer. "Can you tell me which

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

placing my hands up. "He

She

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

that why there are so many of them around? Of those

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

killed the deer go?" Kyra asks, moving