Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

Chapter 120 *Merikh* Warmth spreads over my face, a light misting of blood from the unfortunate wolf that is still being controlled by Lily's shit spell. I know there are more coming, but I can't help but pause and glance around, trying to determine where they will cfrom next. Like cockroaches, they scuttle around, lurking until they can no longer hide. It's offputting how un-wolf like it feels.

Lily shouldn't have a hold this strong on them now. And if she is close enough to have this type of hold, Elm should have ended her hours ago. My stomach churns at the thought of him being the betrayer. We put too much power in his hands, without Lily and her magical hold out of the way we are in for a long, tiring battle.

Tree branches above my head crack, a wolf falling from above as I step to the side, watching her crash to the ground with zero grace. The wolf wheezes as it stands and her for a moment to behind me.

eyes flicker It is as if none of these wolves were trained to fight. Even in their zombified state, this should be second nature to them. Yet, she gives away the location of the one I know is now behind me.

I lean to the side as a black wolf growls, passingas it flies through the air. He tumbles into her and the two snap and fight for a moment while I watch, waiting for them to remember I am their enemy. A sigh breaks from my lips. At this rate, I will catch up to Colette much faster than I thought I would.

"If we could speed this up, I would appreciate it." I tell them, making sure they can sense my boredom. "I have better things to do than fight you." A low growl emanates from behind me, the ground rumbling as the two race toward me, but instead of attacking, they move around and circle to my back. I whip around, my eyes flying wide as I look up at the monster before me. Well, maybe this will take longer than I expected after all.

Wolves sidle up to this monster's legs, their furry bodies vibrating before a silver thread from them attaches to the beast's chest and the air seems to shudder.

The wolves whine, then whimper before they fall to the side, their wolves turning to pale, thin, naked, lifeless bodies. The monster shakes its head, red eyes meeting my green as a malicious smile meets its rigid bumpy face. I slip off my pants and shirt as I throw my head back and let out my Lycan's roar, calling him to the surface. I rise to my full height, the monster still a solid two feet taller thanas a hand made of many wolf's claws cswiping down at me. I avoid its contact with ease, dropping low and swinging my sharp nails up and into its soft stomach. The beast barely groans as it reaches out to grabagain.

There is no world in which that many sets of claws will not annihilatewith one hit. So I drop to my knees, scurrying between its legs and to its back. The more I look at its body, the more I understand that this isn't just one beast, but a beast made of many. With a bouquet of various colored tails and a spine made of many, I understand what I am up against.

Not only is Lily's magic seemingly stronger, but it is increasingly more creative. She has taken a single being and given them every wolf of those who it chooses. A sucker of souls, to create a beast worthy of fighting the Lycan king. My heart aches for the loss of my own kind. The ones who have no control over what they are doing, yet they will not survive. Its head twists to look at me, the chin tilting to the side as if it is trying to anticipate my next move. I take the moment to sprint to the right, which makes it follow me, it's lumbering movements make the ground shake as I run directly for a tree. The second I am close, I twist my shoulders and shift my direction just in tfor the monster to collide with the enormous base of the red oak tree.

I move behind it as it groans in an eerily echoing cry and I plunge my teeth into the base of its skull, digging my claws in at the lumbar of the spine. My jaw clenches as hard as possible and yank my hands up, slicing through bone and flesh as it goes limp. I don't release my hold until we hit the ground with a rumble and I snap my head to the side, a thud vibrating through my jaw as its neck snaps.

As I tear away, moving back from the magical version of a werewolf mashup, I watch the one body crumble into seven, all of them dead and at my feet. There isn't a second to spare as a howl breaks out and flames shoot up into the sky. My heart thuds in my chest, my eyes focusing on the direction of the chaos breaking out. All I can do is hope that Elm isn't the enemy and he will follow through soon.

The second those dragons take flight, my kind will succumb to the fire by the droves. I turn away from the noise, my stomach heavy at turning my back on the fighting, but I push on. Colette needsmore right now, and the only way to save what we have is to do it this way. It's a crazy plan, but it's the only viable one we've got.

-Merikh-I hear Colette in my head, the panic and question in her emotions that bleed through to me.

-I am fine and heading your way-I tell her through the link, swooping up my clothing and running in my lycan form.

With all the focus being to the south of us for now, I don't need to be as cautious with my noise as I sprint to catch up. I contemplate telling her about Lily and Elm. How Elm has failed to do as he said he would with killing Lily.

-Move faster if you can, looks like I've got scompany-She says,-I'm hidden for now, but- The mind link cuts off and it fuelsto move faster than my lycan body has.

There is no stoppingas I bound over roots and bust through downed logs that try to hinder me: try to reach out to her, feeling for her emotions or anything I can. There is a shiver that runs up my spine, a feeling that I am being watched or followed, but I push it aside.

I don't give a fuck who seesor who the hell tries to attack me. There is nothing that exists on this earth that can slowdownright now. The breaking of branches and the whooshing of air only proves my instincts right as whoever is behindfollows close. Or as close as they can, which only means they are either also a lycan or someone who moves fast like us.

I tear through bushes and trees, breaking into a small clearing with multiple trees that have recently been toppled, and flames flicker. My body e instinctively halts, my nose tilting up as I sniff the air, catching a whiff of Colette beyond the smell of the smoke. My massive head whips from side to side, my chest heaving with the fear of where she is, what might have happened. X