Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

*Hayes*

Sound fades in and out as I drag my body up before I stand, stumbling back a few steps into the stage. My claws sink into the plywood covered set as I blink my eyes to force them to focus. A cry breaks out, making me look up as a flame barrels down toward my face. I drop to the floor, covering my face as the heat diffuses before me and hot steam floats around me. "Hayes, move your ass!" Colette cries out, her voice strained.

My bones creak as I stand, my lycan form taking all the hits I know I will feel so intensely once the adrenaline wears off. I spin and find Colette with two hands outstretched. One aimed at me and one at my brother as her jaw clenches with effort. Damn it, the last thing I need is her wasting her effort on me. But there is no telling her that. Colette, the once meek and timid queen, is everything but that now.

"Thatcher, get all the children to safety before things get out of hand," Colette demands, her voice full of authority as he spins and disappears into the mass brawl happening around us.

I had expected a war, even prepared for one, but with this many dragons, I should have planned better. Merikh's Lycan roars as he dodges a massive flame from the dragon king, and I watch the slithering roots at his massive legs as they tear away from the earth. Shit. Flora is losing her hold. I inhale, ignoring the sting at my side as I rush forward and launch myself on to a smaller dragon. My body hits the scales hard, bouncing as I slide down his side and slip under his legs. The floor jolts me for a moment before I notice him lifting his front leg stomp on me. I roll to the side, dodging his attack, then throw my claws up and into his tender underside,

They slice through with ease, warm blood trickling down my fingers and wrist as he rears back. I drag my arm down through his flesh before he lifts off of me and stumbles away, falling back into his human form. There isn't a second to finish him as a wolf goes in for the kill. A wet, heavy item hits me, throwing me back to the ground.

I blink when I see no other than Zale, the Siren king, jumping up from me. He extends a hand out to me, helping me up before his eyes grow wild and tiles from the floor explode up, water raining down on everyone. Lycans and wolves howl in excitement as dragons take to the air breaking through the ceiling, looking for an escape from the wet.

Drywall sprinkles down with shards of wood and roofing. I drag Zale out of the way of a large chunk, before rushing back to the collapsed stage, a massive opening overhead as I look up and see Merikh rising into the sky, his leg in the jaws of the fucker I came to kill. Without a thought, I sprint out of the building, rushing around the back as I sprint through the trees, keeping my eyes on my Alpha, who seems to dangle lifelessly. Pain rips through my chest at the thought of him dying because of me.

-I am okay-His voice enters my head and I stumble in my run.

-Why the fuck haven't you been talking to me the whole time?-- I growl through the mind link and I swear I hear a little snicker.

-He is after the children. It is faster to ride along, even if it's a little painful-

-How does he know where they are- I growl through the link.

-He can sense Tiago. Kyra is with them all. Percy came for them after the fight started-

landing in front of me. I cut to the right, ducking under a tree as it crashes down. Heat tickles at my back as I look over my shoulder and drop

grows painful, other than sideways. I scan the area, hoping for something to make my way to and hide behind, but there is nothing. Fuck, I am trapped belly down in the dirt by a flame over my fucking head. Then the heat disappears, replaced by a cool gentle breeze as I push myself

dragons, my heart pounding in my throat as I try to

howls out and thrusts her clawed hand through its thick neck. The other dragon shakes from its surprise stupor as it roars out in anger and charges forward, its head rearing back as it prepares to burn Kyra of its comrade. Kyra's not paying attention as she tumbles off the other

fours like a wolf and move faster, my long clawed arms grabbing the dirt, then throw myself further and faster just as the dragon's mouth

my claw reaching up, slicing through its jaw, heat tearing through my hand as I cry out in pain, but I force myself to yank its face down,

fury, throwing

form. I shove myself up, rushing back over to the dragon to finish it off but before I can move to it, Kyra's lycan clutches its neck in her jaw, growling as she tars violently, blood spewing

a surprised chuckle in my chest as I take a step toward her. My hand clutches to my chest. She

up and down as she makes her

we

her eyes as she flings herself into

idiot." She mutters to my neck, her face burying

did you know where I was?" I

"I

forget that I marked her? Or that in doing so, she can feel my

wry grin, tucking a

I can protect

a Dragon." I remind her

somewhere to be," she says, grabbing my hand and

I

pain, and she lets go of