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.

at least we can salvage what he left." Teiran says, moving closer and proceeding to process the

eyes scanning the different ways Ezrah could have potentially gone. She moves forward, passing the deer and stepping into a

like a shadow forever attached to her but always beneath her, but it feels

so much. It feels wrong

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

you sure?" I ask him

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

mean, are you sure you know what you are doing? Because it looks to me like you are cutting that deer like a novice." I wince as he just takes chunks out

matter how it is cut." He says, looking mildly confused. "Now go

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

opposite side. My eyes stuck on the thing as it

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 me, a curious shimmer in

for there to be a chuckle

Ezrah." She tells me, her head

it's not."

look scared." A

draws a cocky smile from me as I chuckle low in

certainly not when it is someone of your kind." I

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

do such a thing." She hisses. "That bastard did it,

step closer. "Can you tell me

her eyes, her teeth grinding together. I can see the trees

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

She blinks.

lycans..." Kyra says, confused, as she slides a weird

why there are so many of them around? Of those

and

the deer go?" Kyra asks,