Filed To Story: Traded To The Lycan King Novel (Colette & Merikh) by MG Wattsons
“What do you see?” I ask him and he just stares in awe ahead of him.
I freeze when I see the way the jungle is scorched below us. The two of us on a ledge we never saw coming looking down at hundreds of burn spots through some, even still raging with flames leading to the base of the mountain.
“Fucking hell,” I murmur, shocked.
“Looks like hell, that’s for sure.” Hayes mutters.
“Why is it like this?
” I wonder curiously to myself.
Dragons have always run a little hot, no pun intended. But they pride themselves on their love of their lands, nurturing it to grow and flourish. Supernatural beings need balance, something to offset us. Lycans and werewolves have our human side and our morals, Dragons, though part human are nature lovers, or they have been in the past.
“There is chaos in their midst.” Caspian reminds us, stepping up to my side. “The phoenix feeds off of it. She craves it. The dragons are sensitive creatures. Under their scales, they have mighty and loyal hearts. This is the result of magic and mayhem. Their dragons are responding in kind.”
I feel a pang of guilt, hating that I am learning more about them and their situation. If it were as simple as the dragons wanting a war, it would be easier to go to war with them.
But if they are simply being used or out of their minds because of the bitch Giselle, well, that’s when guilt and remorse may try to offset my lycans‘ need to just savagely kill.
“This changes nothing,” I say, making my decision. “Colette is in there.”
“I agree.” Caspian admits. “I will feel no guilt in saving my daughter.”
“We need to go, we need to run.” Leandra whimpers, reaching out and grabbing at Hayes, tugging on his shirt.
“Leandra, calm down.” He says, taking her face between his hands. “Breathe,”
She slaps his hands down, screaming in his face wildly. Leandra steps away sobbing and drops to the ground, covering her ears.
“Run! Run, run, run.” She murmurs the words before she jumps up, her bones cracking and her face contorting in pain.
“Lea…” Hayes says, shocked and unsure of what to do next.
“What is happening?” I command her before her transition and her eyes train on me.
“Attack.” She growls out, “Keep mate safe.”
Then she turns and rushes off the ledge with a feral lycan cry.
“LEA!” Hayes roars out in fear as we all gape, watching her latch onto a rock below us, her teeth sinking in before blood pours out and the rock turns into a man who cries out in pain. I focus on the rocks, watching as they move slowly, trying to avoid detection and my lycan rumbles begging for release.
“Caspian, make it rain,” I cry out. “Now!”
I let my lycan take over, watching Caspian as his eyes turn ocean blue and I see water rising from every source. Then I turn, sprinting toward the cliff’s edge, much like Leandra had Hayes and Percy on my heels. The rain patters on me as I soar through the air. The rain is heavy and fast, washing away the magic used to conceal those who are trying to attack.
Seven figures are revealed and I use my claws, digging them into the rocky side to slow my descent before I catch a footing on a protruding rock and launch myself into a man with a stunning look on his face. I try to sink my teeth into his arm, but the flesh is tough and thick, making it difficult to attach myself until I sink my claw into his side.
“Get off you fucking dog!” He roars, his voice distorted and a deep grunt.
I sink my other claw into his other side, skewering him with my razor sharp nails as I tuck my legs up and drop all my weight down. My hands slide through the tension of his bones before hitting the soft, fleshy bit of his organs, and I slip through him with ease.
His blood pours from his sides, his cry lost in the sounds of the splashing of water and his insides on the rough rocky edges. I retract my claws, dropping before him further down the side, using my nails to steer my downward descent toward the next asshole waiting for their death.
I see a flash of red as Percy falls past me in human form, before his lycan takes control and he tears a body from the side of the cliff, using him to cushion his fall. As I make it down to him, more figures emerge, their eyes dark with anger and blood lust before a handful transform into wolves, and others, their scales taking over their soft fleshed areas. Not full dragons, but of that species.
I look over and see Leandra tearing through the wolves like she is weeding in a field, slicing through them with fluid movements. Hayes is behind her, making sure her back end is covered and I lick my chomps, a shiver of excitement slipping through me.
If lycans purred that is what mine would do at this moment, relishing the scent of blood and the way the bodies crumble at our feet. I am in my element, fighting for what I love, and they do not stand a chance. They insist on calling us dogs and trying to provoke us. Now they get to experience the bite.
Pain ripples up through my leg as I hiss and try to spin to see who the fuck is there, but I am caught in the face with a bone quivering force. I stumble back, shaking my head, my snout crinkling as I try to force the sting away. The fucker grins maliciously and tilts his head from side to side, his neck cracking as his eyes glow their telltale red.
I was already aware that Lily was near. She had to be in order for Caspian’s water trick to work to wash away her illusion. But what makes me more nervous than fighting a dragon with extra strong hide in their human form is fighting them when they are being possessed by the wicked fae queen.
“You are making this very fun, Alpha Merikh.” The warrior says his puppet master is using him to speak to me, though there is no responding in my current form. I growl in response, lunging forward and grabbing the warrior by the wrist, yanking him toward me.
The same pain burns up my leg, but I push it aside as I lift his arm and roar out as I thrust my lycan claws up into his armpit. My fingers break through his flesh, the warmth of his blood feeling like fire as it drips down my arm before I tear them back out.
He drops to his knees, holding his arm to his wound as blood pumps through his artery that I severed. The moment his face hits the ground, I hear a bark of laughter and I look to my right.
“You can’t silence me,” a female warrior says.
She turns her head to face me, her eyes void and brilliant red as Percy plunges his claws into her chest, screaming out in his emotional agony over his sister. The second the warrior’s eyes close, a new voice echoes behind me.
“I have so many more.” Lily says through new means, a gleeful tone to her wicked words. “This is just a fun game for me. A little taste of the war coming to your pack, and those who go up against us.”
I exhale, annoyed, as I slowly turn to stare down at a massive man stalking my way with blood on his face. His lips twitch up in a sly smile before he lifts a bloody arm and wipes his cheek.