Filed To Story: Traded To The Lycan King Novel (Colette & Merikh) by MG Wattsons
“I think I should stay here. You know, just in case someone comes to steal the vehicle…” she offers too eagerly.
I look at Hayes, who arches a brow in confusion.
“Not an option. Why would you even think it was one?” he asks.
“You said I wasn’t a prisoner,” she snaps and he frowns.
“Yes, and you aren’t. But you wanted to come.” Hayes reminds her. She immediately rolls her eyes, going on the defense.
“That was because you didn’t want me to come.” She says.
“For a good reason! We can’t trust you, and I was right. Now you are here acting up and looking for a way to escape.” He growls.
Percy looks at me like he woke up in a nightmare, and I shrug. These two are both equally strong headed and have their own shit to work out. But if they don’t figure it out in the next few seconds, Percy and I are leaving their asses behind.
“I CAN’T SHIFT YOU FUCKING PRICK!” she roars, tears streaming down her cheeks.
Hayes‘ face drops, his skin pale and his eyes wide.
“But I saw you in your lycan form. It’s how we found each other. he shakes his head, trying to make sense of it.
“I’ve only ever shifted when they control it. My lycan…she isn’t responding to me.”
“Then why would you come?” He asks, sounding defeated.
“Being around you makes me feel safer without my lycan, like maybe they can’t get to me again…”
“You two can catch up to us,” I say, moving past Hayes and motioning for Percy to follow. “I think there are some things you need to discuss.”
We don’t wait for them to respond. Percy and I sprint down the trail behind the house before breaking out into our lycan form and tearing through the trees. I can’t feel anything other than the firing off my nerve endings as my heart rises to my throat. What scene will we find, if we find anything at all?
I sniff the air for her scent or Penny’s, any sign that they are or were in this area. What if they just simply eliminated Colette and left her dead? I can’t imagine what reason they would need for her now that the council has been dissolved. There is no O
way in hell she would ever let them use her as a weapon for them.
It’s been two days now. Two days since we drove off and in the two days I lost her, maybe for a short time, but maybe forever. And I will never forgive myself for being the asshole that drove that wedge between us. I should have allowed her to make her own choice, and supported her in it. If I had, she would have been with Caspian when he left. Not exposed following him, hoping to catch up.
I slow when I catch a whiff of stale blood, the tiniest hint of coppery smell on a little breeze. Percy freezes, sniffing the air as well, and we both zero in on a heavily bushy area. I move with caution before reaching out and tearing it back, instantly turning to keep Percy at bay. He shifts into his human form, and 1 do the same, making him look at me.
“Perc, you don’t want to look.” I say softly and he roars out in anger and heartbreak.
“It’s Pen, isn’t it?” he says, his voice breaking.
“I am so fucking sorry, Percy.” I say, dragging him to me in a bear hug, trying to keep him from witnessing the horror of his dead sister.
“No! No! Please, I have to see her.” He cries out. “I need to see her Alpha. I need to…”
1 relent, my arms dropping from him as he pushes past me and he lets out a heart wrenching sob.
“Pen, oh heavens, sis. What the fuck did they do to you?” He groans. I turn to watch him as he gently collects his sister, a small silver rod through her chest and her face lifeless.
“Let me carry her for you.” I offer, willing to give her an alpha’s honor by taking her back in my arms. Percy shakes his head and gently moves her to the trail, easier to see.
“We need to search for signs Luna Letty,” He whispers, before wiping his face.
“I will search.” I tell him, and he shakes his head.
“No, we will. And if she was taken, we will find her and we will kill every single fucking person who gets in our way,” he says, his voice void of sadness and full of rage and violence.
*Colette Everything aches and burns. My skin is covered in welts and deep cuts where they have struck me with varying sizes of sticks and the occasional knife to get me to comply. I glance up, looking at the metal pole my hands were forced to grip before they chained me to it and lifted me up.
A chain clamps onto each of my ankles, tethering me to the ground to discourage too much swinging after every strike. The woman has taken a few breaks, her brow dotted in sweat as she allows me to heal before starting all over again.
All because she wants me to cooperate and beg Merikh to come and save me. But it will be a cold day in hell the day I say the damn words she keeps trying to beat into my mouth.
I stare at the blinking red light across from me, the device that will be used to torture my mate from a distance. It’s a coward’s way to send a video and lure them into coming. But it only works if I give in, which I won’t do.
There is no way in hell I will say what they want me to say, no way I will give them the satisfaction. So I ready myself for the next blow to my shin, squeezing my eyes shut tight as I inhale sharply.
“Oh no no, Luna. I need your eyes open. If you won’t use words, then I will need your eyes to speak.” The same woman as before says. I conjure up the blood and saliva in my mouth, launching it from my lips and onto her cheek. A satisfied smirk on my swollen lips.
“Real cute,” she glares at me. Then she winds up her arm and her thin wooden pole cracks across my leg.
A scream tries to tear from my lips, but it lodges deep in my throat, burning against my vocal chords as a sad whine finally breaks through. My whole body shudders, every nerve terrorized by the pain that overcomes all the other strikes and blows to my bruised and battered body.
“Let it out,” she coos, her sick smile the only thing I see as my vision dots and slowly comes back to normal. “No need to remain quiet for me.”