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."

murmur, crawling into the bed as she walks

you leave it open...?" I ask her and she looks conflicted before she gives me a soft

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 me down. I am small now, no longer my usual height but that of a child, and the hooded figure kneels before me, pulling off

she is in my dream and then I feel it. The draw to her in my chest, the pain in my heart as she cups my cheek with a

not follow me, my little

whisper, and she gives me a

and wait. He

Then she rushes off.

I cry out, chasing after her, breaking through the thick brush and sloshing through

little orb that seems to 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, to see him. But that light grows brighter, burning my eyes the longer I remain still before it flies at

won't leave me, and

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

that calms me, and I allow myself the moment before I open my eyes and see the orb just above me. It dances over

seems to come from

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

the water. "Find her before it is too late. She needs

sense, everything "Mom!" I cry out once more, my voice cracking with emotion as I watch her look back at me and then

as she dodges tree branches and leaps over roots that seem to claw at me, dragging me down and helping her escape me.

losing her. She told me to wait, but I can't. I can see the distress in her and feel it

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