Filed To Story: Traded To The Lycan King Novel (Colette & Merikh) by MG Wattsons
-Go with Brent–He says through the mind link.
-Are you sure?— I ask him, and he offers me a gentle smile.
-Even if I try to run. I promise you will be able to catch me with no issues–He says, making me chuckle out loud.
“I will come with you Brent, I call to him as he opens the door. He pauses, pushing it open for me to exit along with him. His willingness to take me only solidifies my thoughts that he is not working with the enemy, but that doesn’t mean I won’t be cautious.
I look once more at Merikh as he turns and speaks with my father, his eyes meeting mine as the door closes.
“It is smart to keep an eye on me,” Brent says, shocking me.
“Are you saying I need to keep an eye on you?” I ask, arching a brow.
“No. But if I were you or Meirkh, I wouldn’t trust me blindly either. There is a lot at play here, a lot at stake, actually.”
I nod, exhaling slowly as we walk down the hall and take a right turn, heading to the stairwell.
“Can I ask you a question, Colette?” He asks curiously.
“Ask away,” I tell him and he thinks for a moment, either thinking of a question or how to phrase one.
“The thought of a hybrid has always excited me. What type of powers would they have? Would one species be more dominant than the other with powers? Or can a hybrid really only be one species?”
I chuckle, caught off guard by his excitement, and I shake my head.
“There is a lot that I am still learning about myself. My abilities, that is. I adore the water, it makes me feel better. When I am away from it, I am weak, like Caspian seems to do as well. I can survive being away from it, but I am prone to human sickness and exhaustion.”
“Hmm,” He hums. He opens his mouth to ask another question but snaps it shut, choosing to wait for me to continue.
“I am still learning what I am capable of. I can manipulate the water, not like Caspian can, but still. Uh, I can also make it rain. from the water underground. My checks are pink with embarrassment, feeling like I am bragging or talking about myself too much, but when I look at Brent, he seems completely captivated.
“That is astonishing. Do you plan to continue to work on your abilities?” He asks me, and I shrug.
“We need to get back to our pack. They need us and our protection and with Merikh being so injured, he needs the strength of his people to help speed the healing. And Caspian needs to be back in the ocean sooner rather than later.” I explain with a soft sigh.
I’m not sure yet that I am ready to say goodbye to the father I just found, but I am Luna. Not just a girl with a dad. I would love to learn more, figure out my limits and how to use it to protect the people I love. But right now, it’s one thing at a time. Wanted and desires need to be pushed aside for needs to be settled first.
“Have you thought about going back with Caspian?” He asks, arching a brow and I chuckle.
“And where would I stay?” I ask him. “I am half werewolf. Breathing under the water isn’t really a speciality of werewolves.”
“Ah,” he says with a frown. “That would have been pretty cool if you were able to breathe underwater long term like you father can.
I laugh. “That would be pretty sweet. I won’t lie He stops at the door I visited earlier and I ready myself to see the hollow version of my gamma male. Brent forces the door. open, revealing Percy, who sits on the couch in white pajamas, staring at the wall.
“Percy,” I call to him sweetly, and he doesn’t move. I move closer to him, taking a seat at his side while reaching out to take his hand. “We are here to ask you some questions, okay?”
He doesn’t acknowledge us as Brent steps forward, pulling out a pen and placing it in Percy’s hand along with a tiny pad of paper. Percy doesn’t even look down at it. He just holds onto both for dear life.
“Percy, what is the last thing you remember?” Brent asks. Percy’s finger moves, writing down four letters, the very same ones that match the fogged up mirror in my bathroom.
FIRE.
“Percy, what do you mean by fire? Can you explain that?” I ask him and for the first time, his eyes flicker to me, looking more like his as he looks away. He writes nothing else. He instead zones out once more and I find myself growing frustrated. “Percy, I command you to tell me something!” I hiss out, angered by the lack of progress we have made recently. “Draw a picture, something”
He shakes his head, and then suddenly he is drawing something. Brent looks at me, impressed, before he looks down and I lean over as well.
“What is that?” I ask Brent.
“It looks like a lily,” he frowns for a second before his eyes go wide.
“What?” I ask him. He groans in frustration before he stops.
” . Elm isn’t going to take this well.” He grumbles,
“What does a lily mean?” I ask him as I grab Percy some water from the nightstand, hoping I can get him to drink something. “And why would that be something that concerns Elm?”
“Elm calls his mate his lily. His queen. It is the name everyone calls her now.” Brent says.
I spin to look at him, taken aback by his response, then my nose crinkles in thought.
“But how would Percy know that?” I ask him. “He is as new to this council stuff as I am. I doubt he has met her before.”
Brent looks at the small paper still on Percy’s lap as Percy stares out the window as if in longing. A frown tugs at Brent’s lips as he lets out a heavy sigh “I don’t know. But I do know that the second Elm sees this, he will be alarmed.”
“You can’t really think that Elm’s own mate has something to do with…”