Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

Chapter 175

shelter she made for him, but a quick look satisfies my fears he may escape.

I crawl on my stomach toward Flora, my broken leg dragging behind me as I groan in pain. Flora looks drained, her chest heaving up and down wildly as she kneels slumped forward, her hair askew and in covering her face. I can hear Ezrah battering against the rooted "Flora," I whisper, dragging my body up and next to her as I hesitantly reach out and touch her back. She jumps, a frightened scream breaking from her lips before she seems to see me, and she relaxes.

"I was worried you were dead," she whispers. "I was afraid to look."

"You know, for a little bit, I thought you were trying to kill me." I chuckle and her face grows pale, her eyes darting away.

"Not intentionally." She mutters, a shudder raking through her body as she stares at the dead man laying on the ground. "What the hell was that?"

"Ah, you've never felt mind control before." I give her a soft smile.

Tears leak from the corner of her eyes as she tries to fight back a sob.

"I'm sorry." She murmurs.

"I'm just glad you came to your senses and killed him in time." She blinks at me, her brows knitting together.

"I did?"

A strange sensation flutters over me and I hug myself, feeling vulnerable. So much weird shit has been happening. Well, weird, I suppose, is normal, but this level of it is. Well, it's unsettling.

"One of your roots...I could have sworn it was you." I mutter, and she frowns.

"Maybe?" she says, but her words lack confidence.

"Crap." I groan, laying down on my back, my hands on my head as I try to calm my senses.

My lycan is exhausted and in pain. It is possible that someone else killed the wizard, likely another fae, but all worries fade away when Ezrah roars in frustration. I smile wide, a giggle bubbling up as, for a moment, I celebrate our little victory. "We caught him." Flora whispers, looking down at me. I nod, a victorious grin on my face.

"Hell yeah we did." I tell her and she exhales.

"Should we look at the wizard?" Flora asks, scrunching her nose in distaste.

"To make sure he is dead?" I ask her and she nods.

"What if he isn't? My mind is mine, not anyone else's to toy with. I have worked too hard for control and he...he..." She pauses and chuckles as she wipes tears from her eyes.

in to look at her. "It's fine, okay? I will go check to make sure

not a clean one? There will be no walking for me for several hours. I shuffle over

pulse. Not that I need to really check it. A wound like his would be fatal even for a lycan. His face is pale, almost

had assumed it was Flora who beat

Flora calls out to

she seems relieved. "Can you come look at him? See

face green

"I don't

frown at her and look back at the dead body before shoving away from him and

you refuse to look?" I ask her, my voice gentle as I try to be

I know!"

admit it, or she is afraid to look at someone she killed. Well, if she is the one that killed him. Whatever it may be, it has me

for a little while anyway." She says, the relief on her face from me dropping the topic is incredibly apparent. "How

is not my job," I tell her, though I have

Teiran will be

form in his claws? My plan was

Ezrah, which,

needing. I

not only capture him, but find him. It was

a huge part

but I know it would make Tyler so proud. He always said that when you are able to trust yourself, it becomes easier to trust others. Admittedly, trusting myself these days has been rough. Hell,

down onto the ground next to as we face Ezrah,

"Sure."

at her, watching her expression. Flora is serious, her eyes batting as

be." I tell her.

any friends with the way she defended

her friend.

е

a nature freak, or mentally unstable. But maybe

know about the war?

widely, her cheeks dimple and

question now? As a friend?" I

you?" I ask her, and

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