Traded To The Lycan King

Chapter 175

shelter she made for him, but a quick look satisfies my fears he may escape.

I crawl on my stomach toward Flora, my broken leg dragging behind me as I groan in pain. Flora looks drained, her chest heaving up and down wildly as she kneels slumped forward, her hair askew and in covering her face. I can hear Ezrah battering against the rooted "Flora," I whisper, dragging my body up and next to her as I hesitantly reach out and touch her back. She jumps, a frightened scream breaking from her lips before she seems to see me, and she relaxes.

"I was worried you were dead," she whispers. "I was afraid to look."

"You know, for a little bit, I thought you were trying to kill me." I chuckle and her face grows pale, her eyes darting away.

"Not intentionally." She mutters, a shudder raking through her body as she stares at the dead man laying on the ground. "What the hell was that?"

"Ah, you've never felt mind control before." I give her a soft smile.

Tears leak from the corner of her eyes as she tries to fight back a sob.

"I'm sorry." She murmurs.

"I'm just glad you came to your senses and killed him in time." She blinks at me, her brows knitting together.

"I did?"

A strange sensation flutters over me and I hug myself, feeling vulnerable. So much weird shit has been happening. Well, weird, I suppose, is normal, but this level of it is. Well, it's unsettling.

"One of your roots...I could have sworn it was you." I mutter, and she frowns.

"Maybe?" she says, but her words lack confidence.

"Crap." I groan, laying down on my back, my hands on my head as I try to calm my senses.

My lycan is exhausted and in pain. It is possible that someone else killed the wizard, likely another fae, but all worries fade away when Ezrah roars in frustration. I smile wide, a giggle bubbling up as, for a moment, I celebrate our little victory. "We caught him." Flora whispers, looking down at me. I nod, a victorious grin on my face.

"Hell yeah we did." I tell her and she exhales.

Flora asks,

is dead?" I ask

worked too hard for control and he...he..." She

at her. "It's fine, okay? I will go check to make sure

way I can stand yet, not with how and where my leg broke. A broken tibia or fibula? Small and quick. But a mid femur break and likely not a clean one? There will be no walking for me for several hours. I shuffle over

that I need to really check it. A wound like his would

had assumed it was Flora who beat his hold on her and found a way to save herself. But with

he dead?" Flora calls out

I tell her, and she seems relieved. "Can you come look at him?

wide and her face green as

up. "I don't know him. I

dead body before shoving away from him and dragging myself over toward

look?" I ask

I know!"

she is afraid to look at someone she killed. Well, if she is the one that killed him. Whatever it may be, it has me on my guard as I scan the trees around us. "Are you sure that thing will hold him?" I sigh,

her face from me dropping the topic

tell her,

to use Terian to help subdue Ezrah, which, clearly, we net ended up not needing. I smile to myself, proud that we could not only capture him, but find him. It was complete

when you are able to trust yourself, it becomes easier to trust others. Admittedly, trusting myself these days has been rough. Hell, trusting myself since losing him has been

ground next to as we face Ezrah, waiting for him to make a

"Sure."

we friends...?" She asks, and my mouth falls open, closing as I turn to look at her, watching her expression.

I had

her cheeks dimple and her eyes sparkle

I ask you a question now? As a friend?" I

I ask her, and she tilts her

"Only eighty-six." She smiles.

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