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.

what you assumed I wanted to know." I remind him and

staring at me," He says. "I assumed

I know the pain they bring the bearer of them." Then I spin on my toes and walk toward the front of the group. I catch up

and looks down on me for some reason. But if we are going to be stuck

you lost, Tracker?" She muses, her

I tell her. "Just coming up

he isn't around, usually there is Marcos drowning me with his closeness and his overwhelming presence. Two entirely different men both successfully making me uncomfortable and

she points up

admit her immediate desire to send

I do something to offend you?" I

arches a

a personal

she exhales and groans. Her hand reaches

protective of these guys. They are my family, a weird, fucked up and very anger filled family. But that's

you, I'm not looking for a family." I say my word, drifting off as my eyes scan the area around us, a scent prickling my senses as I slow down. The trees are still, not a breeze breaking through the dense foliage of the forest, yet my nose draws my

says something to me as I narrow my eyes, tilting my chin up and taking

the air, the scent of overly warm metal or charcoal in the faintest way pulling

world around me to fall silent. 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

but I am too

cut around a

under skin looking green and still moist. It's more like a dent, as if a rock

closely. There is a slight shimmer, an

to spit its

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