Filed To Story: Traded To The Lycan King Novel (Colette & Merikh) by MG Wattsons
It seems like we move for forever, every single push feeling like a step closer to eternity when all I want to do is break free and call everyone back. Teiran needs to hurry the fuck up or I will have to jump out of this metal tin can and force him to take me out to where the fight is. What will I do? No idea. But I can’t sit and do nothing when everyone is sacrificing so much.
“Teiran,” I whisper, rapping on the metal doors.
“Ah!” I hear Teiran say over my noise. “Are you on your way to the surface?”
“Yes, sir. You can leave the body for me to dump after everything is sorted.” The warrior says. “Are you sure she is dead?”
“I am positive, and Trey just verified as well. Here is the death tag”
“Leave it there on the desk. You should head up as well…” the warrior says, his voice lilting in a somewhat accusatory tone.
“And leave the healer with her body to do with her what he pleases?” he scoffs.
“Fair point. The old blob does do strange things,” he mutters. “I will toss her when I come back.”
After a moment of silence, the doors fling open, and I am ripped out by the collar.
“Are you trying to get us all fucking killed?” he growls in my face, my feet dangling as I glare at him.
“Are you done being a macho dragon, now?” I sass him and his lips twitch in anger.
“The next step is you three going down the chute.” He says, and I watch as the healer’s face grows pale.
That is disrespectful of the dead, he argues, and Teiranshauge join them sive or join them when you are dead. Either way, it is where you are going And where are you poing?” I ask him and he pinches the bride of his Am I your mates Heapat me, “N
o what I do is my fucking by Theld up my cl Teren tosses me over a ledge, my heart hitting the back of my throat as my stomach withs, my Boxy Sailing of anything i can reach. Then I see the healer who looks like he jumps on his own, coming down after me and shorty my mother’s body is gently lowered over the edge.
I land with a grunt, my body feeling like it was driven into the ground by a sledgehammer as the air whooshes from my lungs. The healer lands far too close for comfort as I stand, wheezing to catch my breath and look up, waiting for try mother’s body to move closer before I place my arms out and cushion her fall. My legs and back scream in pain and I ga The healer makes his way over to me, quickly uncorking another vial from a hidden spot in his shirt. He pours it downs stry mother’s throat and the second it is in her system she jolts up, making me drop her and stumble backward. She scrambles to her knees, heaving as the color returns to her face.
The second her eyes meet mine, I feel tears streaming my cheeks and I rush over to her, pulling her into a hug “Mom!” I squeeze her tight as she whines.
Top hard, sweetheart,” she croaks, and I pull back.
“Sorry, I’m sorry.” I murmur, wiping my face.
“We need to go Luna,” the healer says, looking around everywhere but under our feet.
The smell hits my nostrils now that the adrenaline is gone and I gag, my hand covering my mouth and nose as my eyes stupidly scan down. Bodies of varying levels of decay stare at me some fresh and others more than a month old. Hair tangles and body parts blend together as I snap my attention up forcing the image from my head.
“Which way?” I ask him.
“Teiran said there is an entrance that way. For when the wolves who live here come to clear out the ash every month.”
“They burn the bodies?” I ask, my heart aching for every loss, deserved or not. This is no way to be laid to rest. No honor. love or family should have to think of their dear ones burning in a mass grave before being swept away for the wind to scatter.
They are dragons, dear. The healer reminds me. “What other way would you like them disposed of?”
“Do you feel that?” my mother asks, her eyes growing wide as she struggles over bodies to get moving “Something is coming “Fire?” the healer questions, breaking into the best run he can. We shouldn’t stay to find out.”
I usher my mom after him, taking care to help her along the way. I don’t know what the hell she was given, but she seemn like a whole new person. Only problem is I don’t know how long she has until she is back to being in agonizing pain and incapacitated again.
He makes it to the door first, throwing it open as we come up behind him, only for him to stop abruptly clinging to the frame. There is no stopping him and my mother from falling through as I trip and push into them, sending them careening over the narrow pathway carved into the rock and down into a dark crevice.
“No.” I gasp, my heart in my throat as I stare dumbfounded at the black space that consumed my mom and the healer. I whimper and carefully move my way out the door and onto the thin pathway, closing the gateway to the hell behind me.
There are two ways down to them, over the ledge like they went or hoping following this path allows me to find an easier way. It’s the raging fire the booms to my left, far in the distance but close enough that I know exactly who they are aiming for.
There is no time for safety and precautions. If I hope to get us all out of here, it’s going to have to be a controlled descent. I look over the dark edge, my hands shaking as I exhale deeply and drop to my knees before kicking my legs out to my side and hanging them over the edge.
I give myself a moment, reaching out to feel for Merikh, needing the assurance he is okay and I feel him. It’s a glimmer, but it is reassuring to know he is so close. My legs and arms twitch with fearful anticipation as I shake them out and inhale deeply, before placing my palms on the cool stone path and sliding myself down the side.
The rocks cut into my side, the nicks and slices burning as I hiss and try to slow my near vertical descent by using my hand, attempting to grab onto whatever I can. I gain speed, my heart pumping and my lungs burning as I pant and panic simultaneously. The air grows warmer, staler as it ceases to move and the light from the world above me wanes.
I close my eyes, trying to calm myself as the panic creeps up my throat and my body feels numb. I can feel my wolf stirring, pacing as she begs to be let out and in my state of fear, I let her. She takes over, my body rearranges and a new calm settles over me, my wolf’s senses winning as my paws shove off the mountainside and I leap out, landing on solid ground.
My nose moves to the ground as I sniff, catching the scent of my mother and chasing it a few feet away. I nudge her with my nose, a whine coming from my chest as I lay down next to her, trying to wake her up. There is a sudden striking sound and I whip my head around to see a small light and the healer’s face illuminates.
“Ah, there you are,” He says, sounding relieved. “I was worried you had fallen further from us and were severely injured.”
I whimper, resting my snout on my mother’s arm as she lays looking unconscious, and he moves over toward us, groaning as he steps over her legs.
“She will be fine,” He says, grunting as he drops, placing the small light to the side. I look at it curiously, confused by what exactly it is as I lean forward and sniff at it.
“Ah, little dragon trick. Anything can be burned,” He chuckles and reaches out over my mother, pushing something under her nose that makes her startle awake.
“Colette,” she says, worried until she looks right at me and her eyes fill with tears and she covers her mouth. “Are you hurt?”