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."

into the bed

she looks conflicted before she gives me a soft smile and

a smile on my lips as I know a good night's sleep is coming. I've had amazing, rejuvenating sleep every night since training started, and to say sleeping is now one of my favorite It feels like I am falling, my b*dy light and chilled as 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

mine. As I try to figure out who she is, why she is in my dream and then I feel it. The draw to

follow me, my little

whisper, and she gives

He

Then she rushes off.

breaking through the thick brush and sloshing through the soggy earth.

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

won't

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

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 the right flower to pollin for my face. All the air in my lungs bubbles out as I try to push myself deeper, but the

to come from

mind, trying to tell me something, warn me, but I am

her before it is too late. She

more, my voice cracking with emotion as I watch her look back at me

heartache in her eyes as she dodges tree branches and leaps over roots

arm and I grow frantic, fear tearing at my chest as I think about losing her. She told me to wait, but I can't. I can see the distress in her and feel it

if she is waiting for me, like she truly wanted me