Traded To The Lycan King

"What do you want to do with him?" Teiran asks, tipping his chin toward the now grunting ball of roots. Ezrah has regained some strength, it appears, as he screams in fury and tries to escape.

"I am more concerned with the dead guy over there." I mutter, holding Kyra in my arms, refusing to put her down.

It was a dick move to not trust her enough to come back on time. Granted, we were right and we would have ended up finding her much later had we waited for the girls not to show back up. And considering Flora is not all that trustworthy, it was hard, even for Teiran, to muster up that trust.

"He showed up out of nowhere." Kyra says, shuddering in my arms as if a chill has run through her.

"Are you cold?" I whisper, and she furrows her brows, shaking her head no.

"When I was trying to trap the guy you are after, I felt like...a cold, wet hold on my mind. Like a soggy blanket was placed over my powers and someone else was guiding me." Flora says, a shudder running through her as well.

Teiran gives me a look, one that tells me he notices it too, the way both women respond when talking about the dead man on the ground. After a second of hesitation, I squat down, gently placing Kyra on the ground as I reach out and tuck her hair behind her ear. She blushes as I stand and walk away, pushing down the fluttering in my gut.

I circle the body, taking into account that he doesn't smell like our kind or any special kind, really. He is human in species, but clearly supernatural somehow. Teiran stoops down, poking at the fatal wound in his chest where his heart should be. I let out a low whistle, leaning over and glancing at it as well.

"Not a great way to go." I mutter, and Teiran chuckles.

"I can think of worse ways,"

"He must be a wizard." I sigh, pushing back the hood and revealing a tattoo on his cheek. We don't run into many wizards or witches out here, but that doesn't mean they don't hang around or that there isn't a coven somewhere. "That would make sense, especially with him breaking into Flora's mind." Teiran hums, almost in thought.

"But why would a random wizard interject himself in a fight that doesn't have anything to do with him?" I exhale deeply, then drag my hand through my hair. "When all of this started, there were wizards that used magic to control my kind."

"I am very much aware of that," Teiran says as he stands. He seems disappointed as he shakes his head. "You forget I was not exiled then, only demoted in my ranking as my father's shameless lying chosen mate rained chaos on everything I love."

His face grows red, and his eyes glow golden as steam swirls around him. Teiran has been calm and collected the entire time since meeting him on our journey that I forget he has the temper of a dragon, probably because he is a dragon. "You are right, I did forget." I admit, frowning. "Forgive me for making it seem like I know it all."

I look back at Flora, who walks around where Ezrah is still literally rooted in place,

look. Her head is slightly tilted and her bottom lip trapped between

in our way already, we find ourselves with yet another one. We have captured

it," I grit out, looking

here." Teiran says finally. "I doubt he

do not wander around very far alone. Magically gifted or not, they are creatures of companionship, much like

need to get moving." I agree, marching toward Kyra and Flora. "Now we just have to figure out how to get this thing mobile. Or

this and deliver it to your

Kyra corrects her, but Flora doesn't seem

be the best thing. Just drop it off and be gone."

break into a deep

of rolling that asshole

rats in for running. He would tumble around and around, likely getting sick and dizzy. But as amusing as

possible.

drag him along

guy that beat your brother, Hayes," Kyra says in a gentle tone

Merikh was always the bigger one, the more skilled fighter. But what I lacked was

remind her with a raised brow. "That

going to kill Luna Colette, of course he gave the egg up." She rolls her eyes. "We all know you would

cheek, trying to control the rising anger in my chest.

out at her, taking two strides in her direction. Kyra looks away as if I had slapped her with

around at all of us like we are idiots. "We have a freaking dragon." She points to

she stomps over to the roots and presses her hands to it. The ground softly rumbles, roots twisting and turning through loops as a handle grows and she falls to her knees, sucking in air. "Dragon heir turns into dragon. Lifts the damn thing and flies it