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."

the bed as she walks to

you leave it open...?" I ask her and she looks conflicted before she gives me a soft smile and nods, opening it back

suddenly I am dropped in a swamp. The muck comes up to my thighs 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 runs with me, their hood up over their face as they look over their shoulder repeatedly. I try to speak, but nothing seems to stops and sets me down. I

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

me, my little water

I whisper, and she gives

wait. He

Then she rushes off.

brush and sloshing

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, to see him. But that light grows brighter, burning my eyes the longer I remain still before it flies at my face, pestering me like a

swat at it, annoyed that it won't leave me, and as I

shoots through me painfully. I cry out, trying to understand what the hell is happening as it comes for me again, and suddenly I am running from the

this orb in the water? My stomach churns at the thought of being in the dark water alone with no idea how to swim, bu I plunge into silence, one that calms me, and I allow myself the moment before I open my eyes and see the orb just above me. It dances over the rippling surface, like a bee trying to find

seems to come from everywhere around

of my mind, trying to tell me something, warn me, but I am too lost in the

the voice in the water. "Find her before it is too

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 catch her. Why is "Wait!" I scream after her, fighting against the wetness in

chase her for minutes; her looking back at me with heartache in her eyes as she dodges tree branches and leaps over roots that seem to claw at me, dragging me

the distress in her and feel it as she slowly disappears and then s I growl as I rely on my wolf's strength for the first time, and

for me,