Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

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.

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

and quick. But a mid femur break and likely not a clean one? There will be no walking for me for several hours. I shuffle over to the dead hooded man, coming up close to his body as I reach for

pull it out and then I reach for his neck, feeling for his 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 gaunt looking, as I peek at

is not a single doubt about it. But the problem now is HOW he died. I had assumed it was Flora who beat his hold on her and found a way to save

Flora calls out

her, and she seems relieved. "Can you come

her face green

way!" She squeals, jumping up. "I don't know him. I can

body before

refuse to look?" I ask her,

I know!" 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 on my guard as I scan the trees around us. "Are you sure that thing will hold him?" I sigh, changing

while anyway." She says, the relief on her face from me dropping the topic is incredibly apparent. "How do you plan to

job," I tell her, though I

will

him in dragon form in his claws? My

Ezrah, which, clearly, we

needing. I smile

not only capture him, but find him. It was complete teamwork

a huge part

trusting people so easily, 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

asks, plopping down onto the ground next to as we face Ezrah, waiting for him to make a

"Sure."

I turn to look at her, watching her expression. Flora is serious, her eyes batting as she waits nervously for my

well... We can be."

have any friends with the way she defended the

her friend. I had

е

freak, or mentally unstable. But maybe she is lonely, just like I have been. How else would

know about the war?

her cheeks dimple and her eyes sparkle

ask you a question now? As a friend?"

ask her, and she tilts her head in