Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

*Hayes*

"What do you want to do with him?" Teiran asks, tipping his chin toward the now grunting ball of roots. Ezrah has regained some strength, it appears, as he screams in fury and tries to escape.

"I am more concerned with the dead guy over there." I mutter, holding Kyra in my arms, refusing to put her down.

It was a dick move to not trust her enough to come back on time. Granted, we were right and we would have ended up finding her much later had we waited for the girls not to show back up. And considering Flora is not all that trustworthy, it was hard, even for Teiran, to muster up that trust.

"He showed up out of nowhere." Kyra says, shuddering in my arms as if a chill has run through her.

"Are you cold?" I whisper, and she furrows her brows, shaking her head no.

"When I was trying to trap the guy you are after, I felt like...a cold, wet hold on my mind. Like a soggy blanket was placed over my powers and someone else was guiding me." Flora says, a shudder running through her as well.

Teiran gives me a look, one that tells me he notices it too, the way both women respond when talking about the dead man on the ground. After a second of hesitation, I squat down, gently placing Kyra on the ground as I reach out and tuck her hair behind her ear. She blushes as I stand and walk away, pushing down the fluttering in my gut.

I circle the body, taking into account that he doesn't smell like our kind or any special kind, really. He is human in species, but clearly supernatural somehow. Teiran stoops down, poking at the fatal wound in his chest where his heart should be. I let out a low whistle, leaning over and glancing at it as well.

"Not a great way to go." I mutter, and Teiran chuckles.

"I can think of worse ways,"

"He must be a wizard." I sigh, pushing back the hood and revealing a tattoo on his cheek. We don't run into many wizards or witches out here, but that doesn't mean they don't hang around or that there isn't a coven somewhere. "That would make sense, especially with him breaking into Flora's mind." Teiran hums, almost in thought.

"But why would a random wizard interject himself in a fight that doesn't have anything to do with him?" I exhale deeply, then drag my hand through my hair. "When all of this started, there were wizards that used magic to control my kind."

"I am very much aware of that," Teiran says as he stands. He seems disappointed as he shakes his head. "You forget I was not exiled then, only demoted in my ranking as my father's shameless lying chosen mate rained chaos on everything I love."

His face grows red, and his eyes glow golden as steam swirls around him. Teiran has been calm and collected the entire time since meeting him on our journey that I forget he has the temper of a dragon, probably because he is a dragon. "You are right, I did forget." I admit, frowning. "Forgive me for making it seem like I know it all."

"If these fuckers are back in the fray with my father, there is no telling who we can trust." Teiran growls, kicking the ground as he paces away. I look back at Flora, who walks around where Ezrah is still literally rooted in place, pressing on spots looking for a weakness. How the hell are we supposed to determine who we trust moving forward?

My eyes drift to Kyra, finding her watching me with a curious look. Her head is slightly tilted and her bottom lip trapped between her teeth as she seems to be processing something.

With so many obstacles in our way already, we find ourselves with yet another one. We have captured our

I grit out,

can't stay here." Teiran says finally. "I

do not wander around very far alone. Magically gifted or not, they are creatures of companionship, much like my kind or

have to figure out how to get this thing

and deliver it to your king and

Luna." Kyra corrects her, but Flora doesn't seem to

be the best thing. Just drop it off and

into a

of rolling

in for running. He would tumble around and around, likely getting sick and dizzy. But as amusing as it sounds, the thought is

possible.

need to break him out and drag him along with us." I tell them, meeting

your brother, Hayes," Kyra

that she underestimates me, she knows past me that was more words and less fight. Merikh was always the bigger one, the more skilled fighter. But what I lacked was proper motivation like he had. I found that when

her with a raised brow. "That is something I will never do, for

egg up." She rolls her eyes. "We all know you would have done the

goes dry, and I press my tongue to my inner cheek, trying to control the rising anger in my chest. She makes assumptions she has no

strides in her direction. Kyra looks away as if I had slapped her

at all of us like we are idiots. "We have a freaking dragon." She points to Teiran,

hands to it. The ground softly rumbles, roots twisting and turning through loops as a handle grows and she falls to her knees, sucking in air. "Dragon heir turns into

refuse to let him out of my sight." I argue, my finger pointing at the bulbous wooden cage. "The fucker in there has led to two years of war and that egg, that bastard...I refuse to let them go from my side until they are delivered to my brother safely." "You

dragon and do not plan

one thing, but Hayes? No, thank you," He says, shaking his head like I've offered him the

shrugs. "We

I heal and hope no

then release the bastard so we can fight him. Which I

fantastic based on previous