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.

Dean, and Nisha when we get back." I

have extra pants." Teiran says before

chest. My protective eyes narrowed on him as he looks at me with

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 Kyra's smooth,

around, wondering how the hell we missed this as we

mean, I had run right past her and what if she had needed me? What if Teiran had tried something and I just...sprinted past her as she needed me? I need to

to the rest as I slip my feet through and tug them to my waist. I take a second to close my eyes and appreciate a pair of clothing that fits right. He grabs his bag, uttering a few words

says looking around and

with my scowl. She exhales, stalking toward me like a kid that got caught sneaking out at

really know where I am going." Teiran reminds me

my jaw

that way." I grit

takes two steps to follow them as my hand lifts, pressing into her toned

to stay close," she says, her gaze focused on my

be able to track them?" I ask, which earns me a scowl, her

with hers, the draw of being near her taking

people you know well, either." She says, jutting her head to

minute I am ready to end my life and the next...damn it, the next I am ready to live my life arguing with her just to see those cheeks

on the task at hand. Teiran, the big dragon dick who

do,"

in the woods and suddenly you forget they are our enemy? They killed Tyler." Her eyes narrow and she drops

fuck yourself, Hayes." She

I am choosing to trust him because we need him. How else do you intend to get

it up!" I hiss at her. "You don't know what happened, clearly, because you act like he fought to the death for