Traded To The Lycan King

"I know what you are thinking." Flora chimes from behind me.

It takes every ounce of me to only roll my eyes and not let out an annoyed groan. We are supposed to be moving in silence, but I suppose I did this to myself by taking someone I don't know. Then again, that's exactly why I dragged her along. I don't trust this Fae. "That you should shut your mouth?" I whisper and shoot her a scowl over my shoulder.

The ground rustles behind me and I close my eyes, my heading turning from side to side as I try to release the tension of being stuck with her. I did this to myself, not Hayes or Teiran. But me, okay, not entirely true.

I did this because Hayes was being a dick and trying to make me jealous. Which only makes him more of a dick, because who does that? Why would he want me to admit I am his mate so he can just reject me and die? How heartless does one have to be to force someone to feel something and then go and hope they die?

"Look, I am sorry." She whispers, her feet shuffling as she comes up close behind me. "It was a bitchy thing to do, trying to seduce him."

I bark out a laugh, trying to pretend it doesn't bother me. We both know I am using my bad attitude as a shield, but when you have no other armor, you grab the closest thing you can find, no matter how flimsy it is. "Seduce him all you want, Flora." I mutter. "It's not like I want to care about him."

She goes silent at my side and I glance over, watching as she frowns and then she opens her mouth to speak before snapping it shut.

"What?" I groan, dragging my hand over my face as exhaustion hits me.

"It's just that I thought-" She pauses, inhaling deeply before she presses her lips together as if weighing how to say what is on her mind.

"We should head back soon." She shakes her head. "That's all. We have been gone for forty-five minutes."

"Yes, forty-three glorious silent moments." I mutter, ignoring her suggestion. There is not a way in hell I am heading back without something. Either a hint or clue. Hell, even just the slightest sign that someone was nearby.

"Look, if we were going to find him, we would have seen something by now." She says, walking in front of me. Suddenly, her demeanor changes and her eyes grow cloudy. She goes vacant as if she is using her powers, yet I don't see anything out of the ordinary. Until a shiver runs down my spine and I realize she felt it first.

birds had been chirping and squirrels scurrying up the trees, their nails scraping over the tough bark of the pines around us. A breeze stirs around us and I try to catch a glimpse of it in the

lycan paces in my mind on high alert. We are being stalked and had Flora and I not stopped to argue, I may not have noticed, as I was too caught up in my

so much better than me. He could objectify, keep emotions out

is here." Flora whispers, her hand grabbing my wrists as she steps

on the scent, following the point at which it is the strongest to pinpoint exactly where this

tickles my nose and my stomach falters. It is him. There is no doubt in my mind or nose that Ezrah is not here using his ability to move incredibly fast to

to use your skills." I whisper

away from her, extracting my wrist from her nervous hand before I take a step closer to

no need for a show, Ezrah." I say, trying to sound bored as

a soft echo making it damn near impossible

want to talk to you." I shrug, turning slowly in a circle, my eyes focusing on a blur as

chuckles, his voice

to shake me up, but what he doesn't understand is that I have fought dragons and even threw myself back into a damn mudslide to save someone else. At this point, I am pretty sure my sense of danger meter is damn near ruined.

his voice higher pitched at the end

I am sure he is. As I jump around the trunk, I find nothing, and I hiss in annoyance as he cackles through the woods. "I

do you want to talk to?" I ask him and he finally steps into view, leaning on the side of

will give him that, but it seems to me like his personality is about as dull as his

grows closer, coming

heard you two were friends once." I say, my eyes

see him. Be it the two of them being the same species or her part of

as if the roots of the trees are alive. Just as Ezrah goes to move once more, sprint to where he is going and hestops a hair away from me. His eyes grow