Traded To The Lycan King

Chapter 170

"He is baiting us." Teiran gruffs, looking around for something more than the few droplets that linger on the ground.

"Or it's someone else." I mutter, focused on the way the blood seems different. Pinker, almost like paint from the store in shades lighter than blood red.

"Both of you are wrong," Kyra murmurs in thought, scooping up a leaf with some of it on it as she brings it closer to her nose and sniffs.

"And what makes you think that?" Teiran asks, walking over to her.

"There is fur in it," she explains, but he huffs in disagreement.

"The fur could have happened before or after the blood was here." He parries.

Kyra shrugs, her smooth locks falling over her shoulder and swinging toward her face as she looks carefully at what's in her hand.

"I suppose that could be true, too. But this blood smells like a deer.

"Then why is it pink?" He frowns and I grin. It feels nice to know a little more about this than others.

"It's from the lungs. It's more oxygenated and therefore looks more pink than red. Do you not hunt deer very often?"

Teiran looks at me with a blank stare, "We don't hunt our deer the same way you do."

"Right," I mumble, remembering he is a big ass dragon under that human skin. He probably doesn't have to chase and tackle, but does more swooping and swallowing.

"Are you sure it is a deer?" He asks, as Kyra stands and walks further from us.

We follow her, watching as she processes everything in her head, her eyes focused and her mind unable to hear anything we are saying now. Until she stops and places her hands on her hips.

"I am positive." She says, looking back at us and then nodding forward to where a dead deer hangs, partially butchered.

"Ezrah?" I ask, moving closer, looking at the jagged cuts closer.

"Most likely," Kyra says.

we can salvage what he left." Teiran says, moving closer and proceeding to process the rest of the

eyes scanning the different ways Ezrah could have potentially gone. She moves forward, passing the deer and

beneath her, but it feels somehow invasive to see her like this, in a way I have never

the version he helped to shape, and that she loves so much. It feels wrong to

me." Teiran says from behind me. "There

sure?" I ask him and he

for a long time." He responds and I

you are cutting that deer like a novice." I wince as he just

is cut." He says, looking mildly confused. "Now

at where Kyra was moments before, but now there is nothing but a hint of her scent left behind. I follow it, weaving through trees until I see her. Her fingers touch various trees before she swoops down, touching the mossy ground. Then she drops to her knees and listens to the ground,

the trees on the opposite side. My eyes stuck on the thing as it darts around, before stopping and standing at the edge of the

her, my hand sliding up her lower back to alert her to my presence. She shakes her head out of a daze, then blinks at me, a curious shimmer

audience." I whisper to her, only for there to be a chuckle that echoes through

She tells me, her head

it's not."

scared." A

cocky smile from me as I chuckle low

wariness for fear. I don't often get scared, and most certainly not when it is someone of your kind." I tell her, which makes Kyra look up at

have the feeling this will offend the wood fae. She steps forward, her blond hair reflecting the sun with flowers strung throughout it. Her cheeks are red with fury

thing." She hisses. "That

asks, taking a step closer. "Can you tell me which way

know him?" The blonde elf narrows her eyes, her teeth grinding together. I can see the trees as they move, almost quivering with her

are hunting him." I say, placing my hands up. "He is our

war?" She blinks. "What

Kyra says, confused, as she slides a weird look at

why there are so many of

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