Traded To The Lycan King

Chapter 151

I catch myself constantly stealing glimpses of Hayes' injury. The way the scars seem to crawl up his neck and into his cheek like a thorny rose vine creeping up a trellis. It twists and dips, spots shiny while others are dull and deep. My fingers itch to touch it, to trace the

tendrils that caused him so much pain as they dance up the side of his head, burning off half his eyebrow.

It's mesmerizing, almost beautiful. A map of his sufferings. He finds it appalling, convinced I could only feel the same way. But I don't avoid his touch because of his injuries. I run from the sparks he seems immune to.

The explosion that rips through my body and tries to urge me to follow what the moon goddess has given me. It's not about moving on from what I lost, but accepting what I am being offered. But I'm not sure I can or that I want to.

"Ask me," Hayes sighs heavily, the annoyance clear in his exhale as he remains looking forward. My brows pull together, the left corner of my lip pulling down in a confused frown.

"What exactly am I asking you?"

"Did it hurt? Does it still hurt? How did it happen?" Hayes says, his voice flat and unaffected.

"Is that normally what people ask?" I watch him closely as he clears his throat and looks in the opposite direction. "Because I got the feeling people avoid you."

"Because of my burns?" He scoffs, and I snort.

"No, because you're an asshole now."

Dean and Marcos chuckle ahead of us, both of them shaking their heads.

"Yeah, well, if I look like an asshole people don't ask me annoying questions," He grumbles.

I arch a brow and smirk up at him, regardless of how much he tries to look away.

ask you any questions. You demanded I ask you what you assumed I wanted to know." I remind

me," He says. "I assumed

burns, and I know the pain they bring the bearer of them." Then I spin on my toes and walk toward

are going

Tracker?" She muses, her deep brown eyes blinking

her. "Just

and when he isn't around, usually there is Marcos

up ahead, where Koda

I admit her immediate desire to send me off ruffles my skin

I do something to offend you?" I ask, tired

arches a

me is purely a personal choice." I scoff and nod

and groans. Her hand reaches out, clutching my elbow, tugging me back next to

of these guys. They are my family, a weird, fucked up and very anger filled family. But that's all I have, so yes, I am hesitant

off as my eyes scan the area around us, a scent prickling my senses as I slow down. The trees are still, not a

to me as I narrow my eyes, tilting my chin up and taking a deep

overly warm metal or charcoal in the

darkness I see a dull light, like a thread leading me as it pulses away, calling me to follow. I can feel the excitement rising in my gut, a smile coming to my lips as I throw my eyes open and sprint off in

but I am too far gone, already on

a tree,

on the bark of the tree. There is a small fresh cut, the under skin looking green and still moist. It's more like a dent, as if

body when I bring my hand to my nose and look closely. There is a slight shimmer, an oily hue, on my fingertips. As if it matches the flame

to spit

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