Traded To The Lycan King

Heavens, I needed this. No, I've dreamed of this, Running in wolf form along a beautiful river with the moon still hung in the sky, speaking life into my very soul. I can't recall the last time I ever enjoyed my wolf's form in this manner. I was always too weak to let her out more than once or twice a year and that was only IF I could get her to come out.

For most wolves, they would go crazy, driving their human to the brink of insanity, but my wolf was always so far out of reach. It's not since moving to Merikh's that we are strong enough to handle a shift on command. Not since being away from my old pack and the poison. I am sure she was putting in my food.

I trot to the edge of the water, peeking at the mirror-like surface and checking out my healthy coat of dark gray fur. It looks almost iridescent in the bright moonlight and I spin, giving myself a full look before a sense of pride settles deep in my stomach. I'm perfect in wolf form.

I'm no longer small or malnourished. Just a happy, healthy, average wolf recharging under the full moon, Except I'm not average, I'm a Luna. And not just any Luna, but the Lycan Luna. Not that I feel like one in the slightest.

"I'd love to know what you're thinking right now," someone says. I spin and growl, watching as Caspian saunters toward me, his hands in his pockets as he assesses me with a glint of familiarity. He tosses a bag at me and I catch it in my mouth, tilting my head to see what he wants.

"Shift back and take a walk with me." he says, turning his back to me.

After a moment of watching him curiously, he clears his throat and I decide maybe I can use this opportunity to do what Merikh has failed to do all this time. Win Caspian over in friendship. 1 shift into my human form, quickly pulling out the garments inside and slipping into the softest yoga pants and sweatshirt I have ever touched.

"What did you want to talk about?" I ask him, as I slip the now empty bag over my shoulder. Capsian turns to look at me, his hands in his pockets once more as he nods to his side, showing I should walk with him.

"Come." He says softly, but I hesitate thinking about Merikh's warning of not being able to trust anyone. Then again, Percy is in the shadows so maybe it will be fine.

"I am not sure my mate will like this very much. I tell him and he chuckles sofily

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"He knows you are in no danger with me. I have no desire to whisk you away from him and you pose no immediate threat to my wellbeing, which would lead to me needing to kill you. I assure you, Letty...is it?"

"Yes, Letty." I say, smiling to myself. I don't really know why being called Letty sets my heart a blaze. Maybe it's because it signifies a new me. A stronger, braver version, one worthy of leading and being here just like anyone else. Either way, I can't help but feel pride in the new me and new name.

"Well, Letty, I assure you I have only good intentions. I only wish to know you more." He smiles and I skeptically move to his side.

We walk in awkward silence for a short time, the two of us absorbing the beautiful scenery. The air is still, and the full moon's light reflects off the glassy water, illuminating the night life around us. I can see little orbs of yellow and I swallow, fear creeping into my chest, remembering the green orb that destroyed my heart with the intense realistic dream it-wove in my mind.

my mom be ripped from the world in front of me resurfaces as I breathe roughly. "Letty..."

cowering I was doing internally. No. I will not be that girl. The one with trauma so crippling I can not enjoy

my chest as I try to

is no need to apologize. Are you okay? Did something spook you? I promise you are

Chapter 30

and frown

trust Caspian. If I should tell him about the attacks that have been happening. Would explaining it all do anything to break

this council yet, but surely mentioning how someone is targeting me will show him how important us being on the council is. How much we, as a

times, actually, and I am working through those moments."

or offer me some sort of condolences. But that would be acknowledging blame. That we belong under the umbrella of

they placed in my head. Those are new to me,

loud...it's not just painful, but a startling truth that whoever was doing this isn't just trying to scare me. they are trying to scar me.

how to make them react, and when they react, the only thing

He asks, and I look up at him to see his furrowed

with your mind?" I ask and he shakes his head

it that bad?"

what these other species can do, what it feels. like to be on the receiving end. Then he might not wish to keep us all out. He might le

little ahead of him. "The ones I do have aren't, happy or sweet. They are sad. But the dream weavers entered my mind, toying with my

know that is not the truth?" he asks,

be the king when he doesn't know what these monsters are capable of? How they act and treat

"But that doesn't erase the jagged point of a spear breaking through my mother's chest covered in her blood while she blames me for her death. No matter how easily I can determine it was false, that image lives there. That moment I had with her shattered in my heart and in my mind forever because someone wanted to lure me away

he asks with furrowed brows. His silver streaks in his hair look so much more defined when he stands in the

save someone by trying to hurt

you?" he asks, sounding genuinely

injured the first time. They crashed into our vehicles and dragged me out by my broken leg. My femur was shattered and the only person who

this, but there