Traded To The Lycan King

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.

we look at the wizard?" Flora

make sure he is dead?" I ask her and she

if he isn't? My mind is mine, not anyone else's to toy with. I have worked too hard

and leaning in to look at her. "It's fine, okay? I will go check to make sure he is

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

in his chest. Blood covers 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

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

Flora calls out

she seems relieved. "Can you come look at him? See

grow wide and her face green

don't know him. I

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

refuse to look?" I ask her, my voice gentle as I try to be

I know!" she

someone she killed. Well, if she is the one that killed him. Whatever

a little while anyway." She says, the relief on her face from me dropping the topic is incredibly apparent. "How do you plan

tell her, though I have

Teiran will be able to manage him? Fly with him in dragon form in his claws? My plan was originally to use Terian to help subdue Ezrah, which, clearly, we net

trusting people so easily, but I know it would make Tyler so proud. He always said that 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

you something?" Flora asks, plopping down onto the ground next to as we face Ezrah, waiting for him to make a single

"Sure."

as I turn to look at

didn't have any friends with the way she defended the deer she demanded was her friend. I had thought she was maybe just a nature freak, or mentally unstable. But maybe she is lonely, just like I have been. How else would she not know about the

She grins widely, her cheeks dimple

I ask you a question now? As

old are you?" I ask her,

"Only eighty-six." She smiles.