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 shoulders as he lowers himself to look in my sullen eyes. A sorrowful frown tugs at the corner of his lips

I am alive, fluttering through me and reminding

to find and collect Giselle's ashes," He murmurs, leaning in to press his

whisper, my voice hoarse as the tears

me, okay?" He braces both sides of my face, forcing me to meet

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 of moving is agonizing. If my pain were purely

hollow. Like a pumpkin gutted and cut up to be put on display. Am I expected to placate everyone when it feels like my heart has been ripped from me? Must I

at him. He has a bag in his hand that he hurries to open as

are Luna," he gives me a gentle, encouraging smile as he offers it to me, 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,

hurt?" I croak. And he pulls

down at his body for

I ask, my voice cracking. "She was the only family you had

breathe every day the same as I did before. I just

ashes of the stupid bird that killed my parents. She stole my future kids' grandparents. Took from

I realize what he thinks has happened. A

finish the plan." I explain, taking what little ability

it from there-" He

as my other hand slides over my stomach, hugging

I say through a voice

"They?"