Filed To Story: Traded To The Lycan King Novel (Colette & Merikh) by MG Wattsons
“Hayes, I need you to force you lycan back,” I say, doing the same to my own. He relents to me easily as my vision comes back in full force.
“I can’t,” He growls, his head shaking from side to side as he tries to control himself. I spin on my heels, grabbing him as his skin grows fury and I force him to look into my eyes.
“You may not come out. Stay in human form,” I use my alpha voice and his lycan retreats, Hayes gasping for air.
“What the fuck is going on?” he asks, beads of sweat on his brow.
“We are about to be attacked, and we can not use our lycans.” I whisper low enough no other ears, but his can hear me.
“Fuck.” He mutters, dragging his hands over his face. “Lets do this shit.”
I turn slowly, trying to see deeper into the trees. But no one is there.
“You can come out.” I call out, waiting for a response but finding none. An eerie feeling comes over me, and I can feel the magic creeping up through the grass. There is no fucking way I am playing in a magic landmine without my lycan.
“We should turn around.” Hayes hisses and I nod in agreement.
“Yeah, I don’t like this.”
We turn and walk casually away from the enchanted area, my lycan growing stronger with every step we take. I can see where the trees burned and I turn to look at Hayes, only to find he is missing. “Hayes,” I call out, keeping the panic from my voice as I search for him.
“Merikh!” I hear his call out, pain in his voice as I charge forward. A hand grabs my wrist and yanks me to the side, and I nearly collide with him as he covers my mouth.
“They are playing tricks,” He whispers.
“Merikh!” His voice sounds again, the agony in his voice no longer hidden as I stare at my brother and watch him shiver in fear.
“What the fuck are we dealing with exactly?” he hisses.
“Hell if I know.” I grumble, crouching down.
Then I see it. A werewolf wandering aimlessly, her mouth wide open as my name screeched from it like a recording. My blood goes cold and Hayes grips my arm. I can sense his fear as well as I can feel my own.
“We need to get out of here.” Hayes says firmly.
“I agree.” I say, standing and sprinting in the opposite direction of the thing, pacing the woods screaming my name.
I make sure Hayes is on my heels this time, checking every few seconds to verify he is still there. A loud crack sounds as pain radiates up my side and I fly through the air, rolling as I hit the ground. Before I can get my footing, a body is on me snarling and swiping at my face.
“Shit!” Hayes growls, his lycan taking over as my own comes forward. Body after body tumbles onto me, a mod. of red-eyed freaks, taking chunks of my flesh from me as I plow through them with my razor- sharp claws.
I finally make it to my feet, rushing over to Hayes and I tear the bodies from him with ease and help him up. We stand back to back, towering over the sea of werewolves who aren’t in their right minds, waiting for them to strike first. Instead, they wait.
A single woman pushes them all aside, walking up, her eyes more vibrant than the others, and I notice she is a lycan.
“We only want the girl.” She says, the sound emitting from her even with her mouth closed.
“No,” my lycan growls. “Mine.”
“Then we will have to kill you.” She says again.
“Try.” Hayes’ lycan says, charging for her. His hand flies out to swipe across her, but he stops before he hits her, his lycan shaking. “Mine” He whispers. “Mate.”
Damn it. This is the last fucking thing we need right now. I shove Hayes aside, knocking the girl out, her eyes falling closed as the others attack us. Hayes’ lycan whines hopelessly as he tries to get to the girl, but I growl at him, forcing him to focus.
Now is not the time for him to fawn over his possessed mate. Right now we have to fucking fight to get out of here so we can inform the others who is behind this little bonfire.
I tear through the zombie like wolves with ease, hope springing up that this might be a quick and easy fight after screwed we are.
The beast swipes at me and I barely escape as I dodge to the right, spinning and coming out behind it. I lunge forward to attack and his head spins around, catching me completely off guard as I panic, his bulbous fist striking me across the face. I tumble back, my jaw throbbing as blood fills my mouth, and I snarl at him.
I try to shake off the hit, but my eye begins to ache, and the vision grows fuzzy as I stand my ground. He hits me again, this time his fist colliding with my chest, a rib creaking from the impact as I stumble back, trying to catch my breath.
Hayes slides up next to me, chomping and snarling at the fucking thing. We are going to have to tag team this thing if we want to win. I lunge low, Hayes going high as I sink my teeth into the animal’s leg, yanking as Hayes. topples him from the shoulder. The troll goes down and we hop on top of him, our claws slicing through his thick. hide, blood oozing from him.
He lets out a horrible screech and the ground rumbles beneath us. I stand up, moving back as I witness two others just like this one staring at us. Anger fills the area and I hiss at Hayes, who looks up.
He sidles up next to me and we realize this is the one and only time in our life we may have to run from a fight. We sprint to the right, the only opening there is, and the further we go, the more I realize how fucked we are.
They have led us right back into the trap. My lycan fights to stay in the forefront but loses as I shift back into my human form, and Hayes does the same.
“Shit shit shit,” He mutters, hands on his head.
“Calm yourself,” I murmur. “We will be fine.”