Traded To The Lycan King

"Exiled or not, I don't trust you." I tell him plainly. He nods in understanding, looking over at Kyra, who gives him an arched brow and a smirk. What, they have inside jokes already?

"I told you." She says quietly, causing me to drag my tongue over my teeth, trying my hardest not to snap at them.

"Where did you come from?" Marcos asks, sounding just as annoyed as I feel. A small flutter of amusement floats through me as I look at Teiran for his answer.

"I live on the road." He shrugs, "I happened to be camping nearby-"

"He is searching for Ezrah, too." Kyra says, cutting him off.

Teiran watches her closely but doesn't say anything to negate what she says as I narrow my eyes.

"So he is searching for the egg..." I say, leading them for more answers.

"Yes." He says, "But not for the reason you think. I have my own motives, but I assure you I want to work with you."

I recall the many times Colette would try to speak to me, fill me in on her stories about when she was saved from within the dragon's lair. She trusted Teiran once, the fallen heir who distrusted Giselle.

But that doesn't mean in these two years that his allegiance has changed completely. Where Colette found it easy to discern who to trust, I find I don't have it in me to even try it.

"You trust him?" I sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose between my eyes. My body is tired, weakened from sprinting and fighting and my mental guard is down from seeing her safe. "I think so." She says. I bark a soft laugh as I shake my head.

"I don't have it in me to argue with you right now."

"Uh, I don't trust him." Marcos chimes in, "Does my opinion matter for anything?"

"Not really." I tell him truthfully, shooting him a smirk as he rolls his eyes and throws his hands up in defeat.

get back." I say, walking away, searching the

camp, I have extra

chest. My protective eyes narrowed on him as he looks at me with a blank expression, but I swear I see

give in. Deciding getting clothing on everyone is probably for the best. At least, for my sanity, when it comes to both Marcos and Teiran sneaking the occasional look at

wondering how the hell we missed this as we sprinted through the forest

Teiran had tried something and I just...sprinted past her as she needed me? I need to do better,

I slip my feet through and tug them to my waist. I take a second to close

says looking around and

I say, pinning her in place with my scowl. She exhales, stalking

going." Teiran reminds me and Marcos puts his hand

says, grinning. I groan, clenching my jaw before

I grit out. "We

look before he drops his head and follows along with Marcos. Kyra takes two steps to follow them as my hand lifts, pressing into her toned stomach,

she says,

me a scowl, her freckled face

of her as she takes a step, putting space between us. My body wants to move with hers, the draw of being near her taking over my senses as I stare at her. "You don't just find strangers and invite them to join us." I tell her, shaking my head, forcing

you know well, either." She says, jutting her head to the side to nail home the sass

completely nuts. One minute I am ready to end my life and the next...damn it, the next I am ready to live my

trust him." I say, reminding myself to focus on the task at hand. Teiran, the

do,"

they are our enemy? They killed Tyler." Her eyes narrow and she drops her arms to her side, her tongue pressing to the

fuck yourself, Hayes." She

as if she is too tired to argue. "Not every dragon is bad, just like not every lycan is good. I am choosing to trust him because we need him. How else do you

at her. "You don't know what happened, clearly, because you