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.

look at the wizard?" Flora asks, scrunching her nose in

dead?" I ask her and

anyone else's to toy with. I have worked too hard for control and he...he..." She pauses and

to look at her. "It's fine,

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

my hand when I pull it out and then I reach for his neck, feeling for his pulse. Not that I need to really check it. A wound like his would be fatal even for a lycan. His face is pale, almost gaunt looking, as I peek at him,

dead. There is not a single doubt about it. But the problem now is HOW he died. I had assumed it was Flora who beat his hold on her and found a way to save herself. But with her confession that she doesn't recall it...I'm not so

dead?" Flora calls out to

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

face green as she shakes her

She squeals, jumping up. "I don't know him. I can promise you

at her and look back at the dead body before shoving away from him and dragging myself over toward

know if you refuse to look?" I ask her, my voice

I know!"

she is the one that killed him. Whatever it may be, it has me on my guard as I

on her face from me dropping the topic

job," I tell her,

with him in dragon form in his claws? My plan was originally to use Terian to help subdue Ezrah, which, clearly, we net ended up not needing.

know it would make Tyler so proud. He always said that when you are able to trust yourself, it becomes

next to as we face Ezrah, waiting for him

"Sure."

to look at her, watching her expression. Flora is serious, her eyes

she didn't have any friends with the way she defended the deer she demanded was her friend. I had thought she was maybe

would be awesome." She grins widely, her cheeks dimple

question now? As a friend?" I

are you?" I ask her, and she tilts

"Only eighty-six." She smiles.

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