Filed To Story: Traded To The Lycan King Novel (Colette & Merikh) by MG Wattsons
I smirk to myself, shaking my head. Of course Merikh didn’t wait, I should have expected as much. I love him for his impulsiveness just as much as it frustrates me.
-Be safe–I tell him and I can feel his confirmation before he blocks me to focus on what he is doing.
Teiran takes me to the same cell area and my breathing hitches when I see Jennifer there, returning my mom from a torture session. She berates her as she whimpers and suddenly she delivers a hard kick to her chest and I feel my heart explode with a rage I can’t control.
“Leave her alone!” I scream at her and she spins to see me, surprise on her face before it morphs into a vicious grin.
“I guess the king didn’t find you as special as Giselle thought he would, huh?” She teases and I lick my teeth, trying to remember I am supposed to be captured.
“He feels she is a threat, not that I disagree,” Teiran says, sounding bored and suddenly Jennifer breaks into a fit of laughter.
“Oh, shit,” she cackles, slapping her hand on her thigh in giddy excitement. “Who fucked you up?”
She steps closer, reaching out with her hands still soaked in my mother’s blood to touch his cheek. I watch as he shies away from her touch and she smirks.
“It was your dear old dad, wasn’t it? That’s why you didn’t fight back. Your hands are clean, not abrasions. Man, you are lucky he didn’t kill you this time for your constant fucking up.” She sighs before she slides her hand down his bruised cheek and waves a cheeky goodbye.
I watch him as he pretends to open the cage and check the coast is clear. Then he moves to the cage where my mother is and opens it, lifting her as she cries out in pain softly, her eyes swollen shut and her collarbone is bruised and bloody. My heart sinks as I tear the loose cuffs off and touch her hand, leaning forward.
“It’s okay, mom, I’m getting you out of here. I promise.” I whisper, then I look at Teiran. “Now what?” I ask him.
He looks around, and then he presses his lips together. “Now we wait.” He says calmly.
“For what?” I ask, growing irate and nervous.
“The healer.” He says simply. “We need him too.”
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1 scurry to keep up with his long steps and as we come close to the corner, I hear the distinct hobble of the man we have been waiting for. Teiran says nothing as he rushes forward, laying my mother down on a metal topped rolling cart. The healet bumbles around for a moment, the clinking of glasses as he rustles through his jars before a hum of excitement echoes off the wall.
“Hold her trouth open,” He says, looking up at my dragon partner in crime who pinches my mother’s checks and pries her bruised jaw open.
“Careful,” I hiss at him, but both of them ignore me, the healer incorking the bottle as he pours it down my mom’s throat. “What the hell is that? What are you doing to her?”
“How long?” Teiran asks him and the healer presses his lips together, his fingers touching her neck and feeling for a heartbeat. After a moment, she grows more pale, and he nods at us.
“It’s time.” Then he flings open his little metal doors and Teiran grabs me, dragging me forward as I try to sink my feet into the cement to stop him.
“Woah, woah, this wasn’t part of the plan,” I say, putting my hands up.
“It’s too late for the original plan. This is called improvising.” He says, giving me a serious look that says this is happening whether I like it or not.
“Maybe you should tell me what we are improvising, you know, just for shits and giggles?” I ask as he frowns, his hand on the back of my head.
“The primary goal has not changed. I get you all out alive. This is where that trust comes into play.” He reminds me and I groan.
“Yeah, trust is hard to come by in a fucking dungeon, as I’m being shoved in a tiny metal cabinet on wheels.” I mutter, forcing my body to bend in ways that are not even remotely comfortable.
“Your mother will get us out of here the back way.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “Used how, exactly?”
He blinks at me before he slams the metal doors shut with a loud echo, closing me in the darkness until my eyes adjust and a tiny sliver of light makes its way into my current tiny prison. It doesn’t take long before the cart rolls; the wheels creaking and crashing over tiny bumps that inflict more pain than I’d like to admit.
Teiran,” I hear someone say in a greeting before a pause, “Well shit, what do we have here?”
“The wolf.” Teiran says, an air of boredom in his voice.
Spander is going to be set that hes fatorite my is bioken” Itay in a low whistle by the whiny bokeh Ibiran says, “I need the deall La hon is the clinking of what womits like keys before the liver of light disappears and I find my heart racing in fear af ping cough. Then I hear a heavy sigh and shift on the table before the whole cart shakes and I have to press into the wait to steady myself thin rolling out.
Well it’s a good thing you are getting the body out while it’s still limp. Dogs sinell as it is, but a dead dog after it bloats up?” The guard scolts, “That’s a nasty smell.”
Bde rising in my throat at the thought of my mom being dead, he was alive when Teiran picked her up and placed her on the can. And alive when the healer poured that substance down her throat. It is obvious they gave her something, but what they gave her. I do not know.
“ATTACK” a voice booms through the hallways, carrying down each stony wall as if the voice were more than the mere echo it is. “All dragons to the main gate!”
“Damn it.” Teiran growls out at the guard, mimicking his surprised tone in a strange, strangled squawk. “You go. I will dispose of the body and be right there.”
Yes, sir.” The guard doesn’t hesitate as his thunderous footsteps are heard retreating and suddenly, the cart is moving once more.
It’s started, the distraction and I can only hope it works and that Merikh is safe at the same time. I know he will be in the midst of the danger. That is the kind of man he is. He never runs from a physical fight. A verbal, emotional one, he will sprint a marathon away, but this? No, he will be the one out there striking down anyone who comes close until…until he runs out of energy.
I swallow roughly, closing my eyes to calm myself and my wolf. Merikh will be okay, I have to trust that, if I don’t then I will find myself paralyzed and unable to think. Everyone will be okay, that I know. I know it just as much as I know who I am now.