Traded To The Lycan King

It's been a week already and every day has been the same routine. Wake up, grab something to eat on the way out and walk with Merikh. My healing is insanely fast and I am more convinced every day that Le

Not once has he let go of my hand when we walk in the water and even though we often walk in silence, it's comfortable and occasionally he will flirt with me. Or rather, he tries to flirt with me with a gentle push with him, eat dinner or watch a movie like we did the one time, but Hayes usually rushes him away to do something or meet with a pack mate.

"I can't believe he still hasn't introduced you to the pack yet," Penny grumbles as she turns my bed down for the night. A habit she is loving doing while I stand by awkwardly and wait to just crawl my sore b*dy into bed.

"We aren't marked yet," I remind her and she frowns at me.

"An acceptance is like an engagement ring, Cole.

My heart stops and I inhale sharply as she says the nickname I nearly forgot. Or rather i have tried to forget along with the person who called me by that name. It still hurts, it feels like it will always hurt. "Don't call me that," I snap and Penny freezes, her eyes sliding to gauge my reaction before she softens and

nods.

"I'm sorry, Luna. Sometimes I forget my place and I just sort of "

"You don't have to call me Luna, but just...you can;t call me that name...please,"

"Of course." She says, walking over to me. "I'm sorry,"

"It's okay," I sigh, "you didn't know. How could you?" Then I think for a minute and I smile. “Any nickname you want but not that,"

"Hmm...I'll think of one." She winks. "Now you should get some rest. You look exhausted."

thank you." I murmur, crawling into the bed as she

looks conflicted before she gives

and I grunt as I try to release myself from it, fighting with every ounce of my b*dy as I tr Then hands swoop me up, and I am freed, tucked into a warm embrace as the person

is, why she is in my dream and then I feel it. The draw to

not follow me, my

and she gives me a

wait. He will be here

Then she rushes off.

her, breaking through the thick brush and sloshing

guide me through this dream state, pulling me in a different direction. I stay rooted where I am. Mom said to wait here. She said he would be here soon. who he even is, I know I want to meet him,

that it won't leave me, and

what the hell is happening as it comes for me again, and suddenly I am running from the menacing orb that is at pitched tune, making my ears ring, and I feel so utterly alone and desolate as I turn and run for

silence, one that calms me, and I allow myself the moment before I open

her," a voice seems to come from everywhere

in the back of my mind, trying to tell me something, warn me,

voice in the water. "Find her before it

next. Nothing makes sense, everything "Mom!" I cry out once more, my voice cracking with emotion as I watch her look back at me and then she speeds up, pushing herself to move further away as tears well in my eyes and I try to

at me with heartache in her eyes as she dodges tree branches and leaps over roots that seem to claw at me, dragging me

distress in her and feel it as

as my mother remains still, as if she is waiting for me, like she truly wanted