Traded To The Lycan King

A burst of flame shoots over my head as I drop to my stomach, the heat enough to make my skin feel as if I am standing too close to a bonfire. I roll to my left and up onto my knees, crouching low toward the massive jaded rock where Percy is hiding. Blood pours from above his right eye, but he wears a smile, nonetheless.

Not an excited smile, a manic psychotic one that says he hopes to go out in a literal blaze of glory. His fighting has been stellar aside from the few times he has left himself open to an attack of two I have had to blunder. The more I look at him, the more concerned I am that the openings are intentional.

"You are not allowed to let yourself get killed." I growl at him, watching as he responds to my command. There is a hint of annoyance in his eyes before he chuckles and nods.

"If I die, I will die doing my job." he grins, inching up the rock to take a peek over.

"We are pinned down." I murmur. "The assholes burned us into a fucking corner."

"I can distract them so you can run." Percy says immediately, and I shoot him a scowl. This kid's death wish is getting a little out of hand.

"Pinned down doesn't mean we are out of the fight, Perc. This isn't a game of chess, this is war." I say, scanning the area. "It just means we need to get a little creative."

He snorts, reaching up and pressing on the injury to his head.

"I'm not feeling all that creative, Alpha." He says.

Another blast encases the outside of the rock, flames licking around the side as we move closer together to avoid the heat. I sigh, closing my eyes as I try to process what to do next. In truth, I'm not feeling all that damn creative either. But I am feeling like I will do anything to get away.

"How about desperate?" I ask him with a smile, "You feeling that?" and he nods.

"Yea, feeling a lot desperate at the moment." Percy mutters, dropping his head against the rock. "This heat is making me fucking sweaty and irritable."

I couldn't agree more with him. As lycans, we run a little warmer anyway without faster metabolism. But this? This shit is unbearable and all I can think about is a tall glass of ice cold water and a cool dip in the healing waters with my luna. But if I want either of those things, we need to get a damn move on. And fast.

"How much time do we have between the bursts of flames?" I ask him.

before they need time to recover before they rain their fire down on us for extended periods of time. The only thing we have going for us is that they want

minute, tops." He mutters, "Have you not heard from Luna Letty yet? Is

shake my head, licking my parched lips in frustration. It has been a solid fucking forty-five minutes of fighting. We lost our lycans over ten minutes ago from the exhaustion and the way we are dehydrated like a bunch of

or she was knocked unconscious and hidden deeper in their fortress of ash and

in the world that could make me leave her here in this living hell, Perc. But we may need to escape and regroup. We aren't any good to

make the split decision to grab his arm and run. I bolt up, yanking on Percy as I drag him along, tripping over the hot terrain in our bare feet. I can feel the way the hot rocks dip into my skin with ease, like butter on a hot skillet and it

Percy." I command and he groans, kicking up

be in heat ever again," he scoffs. "No more beach vacation, I'm going to the swiss

can hear the hiss of the air, the dragons preparing themselves to set us on fire like a match struck on a rock and I glance back to see them lumbering behind us. I can only be thankful none of the assholes we have encountered today have

as far as you can." I say in my alpha command voice. He lycan takes over at once, looking labored and exhausted as he tries to fight my command

has. He takes over, reluctantly, as I see someone off in distance now more than a few

I see her frame. It has to be here. My lycan pushes himself harder once we focus on her. She stumbles to the ground

the dry air, a shiver running down my spine at the desperation of her

up, looking over my shoulder, begging the moon goddess for just a little more time. But there is no stopping what is already predetermined sometimes as the flames come hurling

top of Percy, shielding

back. burn in the heat and my skin feels like it may melt. I cry out in pain, roar unlike

suddenly stops.

continues and I look around, realizing the cry isn't mine,

on my heated flesh. Tears may mix into the wetness

Percy, standing to look around. The dragons rush forward, their flames drenched and unable to ignite again. I sprint through the wall of water, grabbing a slim, sharp rock. The dragon nearest me rears its head up before

skin from my shins as I jam the rock up and under one, of his scales. It squelches, and he roars, shifting back into human form, holding the rock under his arm as blood pours down. He sneers

in his arm goes slack, his eyes red as he drops his hand and spins like the others, sprinting back as if he

up to see someone on the ground and everyone

choke on the