Traded To The Lycan King

It doesn't matter how good Nisha's food usually tastes, this time it lacks flavor. Or maybe it's lacking the privacy of not having everyone staring at me like. They sit across the fire as I pick at the food in my bowl, trying not to look up at anyone. Their eyes have been on me since the moment I slunk back after Kyra left me in the woods to sulk. Not that I was sulking, though. Because I wasn't. It was more than that. It was realizing how much I have missed her even when I don't have the right to. Well, that and feeling like a complete asshat for pummeling Marcos in the face when he didn't do anything wrong. I mean, his hands were all over her, but what right do I have to be upset over that?

My stomach churns and I ignore it, refusing to acknowledge the truth I can feel deep in my gut. It doesn't matter that I don't have the right to care. I do, and I fucking hate that anyone else is touching her when my hand can barely register the touch of her skin. "So..." Nisha says, clearing her throat. "Are you going to apologize to Marcos next?"

I exhale, placing the bowl and spoon to the side. "What is your obsession with apologies, Nisha?" I ask.

She shrugs, a smug smile tugging at her lips.

"I was just curious." She says.

"Be less curious, Nisha." I mutter.

"Is there a reason you are being more of a jerk than usual, Hayes?" Koda asks, breaking into the conversation.

I scoff, reaching up to drag my hand through my hair. My twisted flesh covered fingers tangle in my locks and I struggle to get them out, my fingers refusing to bend as they do on occasion. I yank hard, but the jerky movement doesn't go unnoticed by the blazing light brown eyes watching me from under her long lashes.

"You know, if your hand is acting up again, you should have Marcos take a look." Dean offers. "He probably won't even want an apology."

"Can we just drop the Marcos thing?" I growl, annoyed with their antics as they try to hide their amused faces.

"Why don't you guys fill me in on the plan?" She says, drawing the attention to her. I glance at her, surprise in my brows, and she sends me a soft smile. One that lets me know she is changing the subject for my own good.

"Right," I clear my throat. "Alpha Merikh has provided us with some intel, giving us a few ideas of where Ezrah may have potentially gone. Since we are in a time of war, trespassing on the Fae's territory is dangerous, but since we are allies, most of them anyway, we should be okay."

Kyra's brows knit together in thought before she frowns.

"And you plan to just wander around and hope to come across him?" Kyra asks, sounding shocked and unimpressed.

of where he is, just verifying where he isn't." I explain. "For close to two years, we have traveled in search of him

void between the areas you have

nothing else to go off of, you

"I mean, I am here to track

and cute how highly Kyra thinks of herself. She always did

track a ghost, Kyra."

ghost," Kyra says matter of

guy was a messenger. A fae messenger. That means they don't

when I do it. "I mean no disrespect, but I was briefed on all of this." "Then you know you are of no use to us." I say, doubling down on making sure she knows she is not

and do what I do best. All of you have spent close to two years on this mission, and yet,

to hide the offense I

licks his teeth rearing to toss a smart ass comment out. But yet no one says anything, all of them looking to me to speak instead. "We have figured out where he is not." I remind her and she shakes her

about where

when he

But how do you know he isn't right

out, unable to keep her mouth shut any longer. "Be a good little doggy and wag your tail and point in his direction." "Nisha!" I groan.

mutters, looking ashamed. "But she is saying all our

It is a calculated process of finding clues and following them in the right direction. I know you have had trackers before, and no, I'm not under the impression I will just join you guys and find him in a few days. This will take time." "I am running out of time and patience," I grind out. "The dragons are growing desperate and moving closer even despite the risk it poses to them. There is no

be the patient

look deeper, search for things you don' think to examine." She explains. Her words are almost ones of pleading, like she is begging

doing and she looks even more like she believes it. "We have never had a tracker before." Dean says and I shoot him a glare

you had used some in

admit, scratching the back of my neck. Her eyes narrow as she looks around at all of

am getting the vibe that maybe you guys drug all your trackers and leave them behind?" She snaps

truth. "We have never had to drug any