Traded To The Lycan King

"There is a life form in there," Ezrah reminds me as if I give a shit. Right now, the only life I care about is the one with a pointy stick near his throat.

"I don't fucking care." I grit out, a gentle breeze tickling through my hair as the fog swirls about, moving across the barren wasteland like tendrils of smoke.

Ezrah's lips twitch, pulling into a grim line before he nods and lets go of Merikh. He takes a step back and puts his hands up in surrender. Then he throws the stick he must have brought with him to the side. My chest heaves, my face wet with tears. The small rock like egg in my hand hums lightly, vibrating through my weary muscles as I lower it to my chest.

"What now?" Ezrah asks.

"You fucking leave." Merikh growls, rising to his feet, ready for another round with Ezrah.

"You can not beat me, Alpha. Not in the current state you are in and I will not hesitate to kill you," Ezrah says. His words are calm and factual. Merikh is exhausted and still not in the best health after the last forty-eight hours. Hell, the last two weeks even.

"Take it and leave." I whisper.

"What?" Merikh asks, shocked, as he whips his head in my direction. Maybe he sees something in my face, or perhaps he feels the emptiness in me. But he stops his protesting and his eyes soften. "You have exactly ten seconds to get it and get the fuck away from here."

Ezrah rushes forward as I gently drop the egg on to the wet ashy ground. He swoops it up, and pauses, looking at us like he wants to say something more but can't find the words.

"I am sorry for my part-"

"We will hunt you down, and we will find you Ezrah. Your expertise is delivering messages. Ours is hunting." Merikh says, his voice a dark threat as Ezrah frowns and nods in understanding. "We shall see," he murmurs before he runs away.

my sullen eyes. A sorrowful frown tugs at the corner of

that makes me feel like I am alive, fluttering through me and

collect Giselle's ashes," He murmurs, leaning in

the tears flow

it's okay. You stay and wait here for me, okay?" He braces both sides of my face, forcing me to meet his

I know if I open my mouth, the only thing that will come out will be a sob. Everything feels like it is too much. Simply waiting for him makes my heart pound and my body ache, but the mere thought

it feels like my heart has been ripped from me? Must I wear a smile when just the thought

face relaxing when he sees me standing here, blinking at him. He has a bag in his hand that he hurries to open as he makes his way

but my arms won't move as I look down at it and then back up at him. My poor gamma takes pity on me as he quickly slams the shirt over my head. I push my arms through in a trance, taking the

hurt?" I croak. And he

confused, looking down at his

"She was the only family you had left, and now you

before. I just do it for her now." He admits, then he looks around, his eyes

the stupid bird that killed my parents. She stole my future kids' grandparents. Took from them@love that is so pure and sweet, took from me that joy of

of pain. Then I realize what he thinks has happened. A pang of guilt slams into

is left of Giselle to finish the plan." I explain, taking what

remains over to King Caspian and he can take care of it from there-" He pauses when my hand flies over my mouth, a soft cry tumbling out. "Oh

the tears falling as my other hand slides over

are gone." I say

"They?"