Traded To The Lycan King

"Shit, Merikh." Hayes exhales, dragging his hands through his hair.

He turns to face me, his eyes tired and his shoulders slumped. I have asked too much of my brother, constantly leaving him at the helm of things without a thought of what weight I am laying on his shoulders.

"This will all end soon," I assure him, picking at the remnants of the plate we brought with us from the kitchen.

"You mean if it all goes according to your insane plan?"

A chuckle rumbles from my lips as walk over and take a seat on the office couch, watching him process everything I have laid at his feet. I don't need his approval or his understanding, but I respect him and his opinions on all things. Well, maybe more now than I did before Colette helped shape me into a better version of me.

"What about any of this isn't already insane?" I say and he snorts a half laugh before walking over to me and dropping onto the couch on the other end of me.

"So, you think this will work?" He asks after a minute. "I mean, what does Giselle actually want? First she votes Hybrid's can't be around, then she tries to kill Colette, then she kidnaps her and wants her to join her and now she is leading a war to what? Kill us all. To what end?"

I shrug, not sure how to answer him. This is something I have done nothing but think about since everything has happened. None of it makes sense unless I just go back to the nature of a Phoenix. A creature of chaos, is what Caspian said. Perhaps breeding it gives them life?

"I don't think she knows what she even wants, other than just straight mayhem." I say truthfully.

"How do you know if she will spontaneously combust? Find it in some lost magical book? Educated guess? Talk to someone wise and really old?" Hayes chuckles at the words 'spontaneously combust,' shaking his head. It sounds just as insane to his ears as it does to everyone else's. "Educated guess," I mutter, my body feeling heavy and eyes itchy.

Exhaustion has been chasing me since Lauren's little nick to my neck. It feels as if no amount of sleep truly lets me wake rested, but then again, maybe now that the worst has passed, I will be able to catch some sleep.

"Oh great," Hayes says sarcastically. "A surefire way to win any war is to make educated guesses on how to kill the enemy. Where could this possibly go wrong?"

"Sometimes the best plan is a crazy one." I say, hiding a smirk.

"You, my dear brother," he sighs heavily as he stands and walks over to me, reaching out to help me up. "Have always been the better one with crazy ideas. I have always been the one a little more grounded. It's why our dynamic works so well."

"This will work, Hayes." I try to assure him, but I can see his hesitation.

My brother has every right to be scared and worried. We all do. War isn't a game, it's a tragedy, one that in this case

believe you will find a way to make it all work out," He says with a smile. "Now, let's go find your

fell asleep, I woke up to absolute chaos. Flames around us, the vehicle in shambles and people missing. What happens if the war breaks out and they yet again can't wake me up? "Yes," I say, giving him a

moving with

meeting with Beta Hayes." Leandra insists the tall, graying

lycan. I am the King of the damn Sirens!" He roars. “First, you won't tell me where my mate is

to address him before she heaves out a heavy sigh. "Look, I don't know what they are discussing, but it is important for

eyes grow wide as she looks up

swallows roughly, closing

frame and walking in. Caspian spins to look at me, and the shock of his appearance hits me in the face. Dried blood is caked to the side of his face, a large gash at his hairline and a burn from the tip of his chin down the front of his neck looks angry and painful. I move to the chairs, pulling one out and motioning for

is obvious he had the same treatment we did entering the pack, but I want to know his story,

that someone entered the pack grounds?" I roar, looking over at Leandra, who still stands with her eyes shut, her hand on

tilt her chin to look up at him. He touches her skin and yanks it

her forehead. I feel nothing as I frown and look at Hayes,

his usually gray eyes. He shakes his head, slamming his palm to his eye sockets as he groans

to him, gripping his head between my hands and

to explain what the hell is going on. How the hell

here to see you, Alpha Merikh-A warrior

tell Caspian as he

maybe he can sort this fucking mess." He mutters. "Let's move them to a

for em to show him where to go. We lay

him and

breeding bad thoughts-" He groans, his eyes squinting

of her head all the way?" I ask Caspian, who plops into a chair to the side, looking

he grumbles. "Our best bet is waiting to see what Elm says when he arrives. It is very clearly

and Johannes-Colette

is injured and something is wrong with Hayes and Leandra-l tell her, not bothering to hide my distress about