Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons novel Chapter 109

*Colette*

Silence falls over us as we wait anxiously for Merikh to explain what he means. It is clear as day to me he is still feeling awful, but he puts on a brave face, like always. I watch my mother as she gives him an encouraging nod before he racks his hands through his hair.

“Giselle is a phoenix. As far as we know, the only one of her kind, yet none of us know how to kill a phoenix. Either they aren’t as invincible as we think or they have chosen to keep themselves hidden from her,” he says, clearing his throat.

I have to bite back a smile at how cute he is giving his little speech as if he had rehearsed it all week. But then again, maybe he had. It is not like I have been entirely present when I am with him.

It’s not from lack of love or wanting to be near him, though. The water is exhausting, beautiful, but draining in every way. But by the time I crawl into bed, I am too tired to even want to change into something for bed.

He meets my gaze, dragging me back to the point at hand. Giselle, how to get rid of the roach that seems to never die? But I find it so hard to focus when he is near, and I am energized enough to stay awake.

I don’t want to discuss death and war. I just want to snuggle into his arms and laugh about our past and think about our future.

“Colette?” I hear my name whispered to my right.

“Yes?” I squeak out.

“Are you okay?” My mother asks, her eyes on me and a frown tugging at her lips.

“It’s just been a long day.” I give her a tight-lipped smile, looking around at everyone else. “Sorry, I will focus.”

“This entire time we have sat and assumed that Colette is the only one who can kill Giselle. What if it’s not about killing Giselle, but rather incapacitating her?” Merikh asks.

My dad frowns, his lips pressed tight together as he processes what Merikh is saying. I must admit, the idea of not needing to be the savior of all our species and our allies is appealing. There are many things I wanted in life, goals and aspirations, but being a hero was never one. And still isn’t.

“What do you mean?” Caspian asks after a minute. “If Giselle lives, she will always be a threat. She will always come after Colette, or anyone who she sees as an enemy.”

“I want to collect her ashes and store her in the ocean.” Merikh says.

Everyone blinks like they are in a stupor, trying to wake themselves up. My mom watches us and after a minute, a sharp jab hits my ribcage and I hiss, rubbing my side. She scowls at me, quietly motioning for me to say something as Merikh stands waiting anxiously.

“H-how do we gather her ashes?” I ask him. “She is impervious to heat, so she won’t burn.”

“Phoenix’s are not impervious to heat, they become heat.” Ezrah says, speaking for the first time since Lauren’s death.

The second the words leave his mouth, my eyebrows rise in alarm. Every time I have been around Giselle, the air is hotter than the last. She seems to be in a rush, forcing things to move faster, as if she won’t be around to spur things on. Phoenix’s are known for rising from the ashes. They burn up in a heat so intense even a dragon would cower, and then they are born again.

“You think she will evolve–is that even the right word?” I ask, looking around.

“Phoenix’s seem to get hotter until the heat consumes them. It is their only downfall, at least that I know of, which, admittedly, is limited.” Ezrah says.

“Ash form is where they are most vulnerable. Is that correct Caspian?” Merikh asks, looking to my father for verification.

“From what I have been told as well, yes. That is correct.” He responds, standing and pacing the length of the deck in thought. “How do you suppose we get her to go up in flames? It could take years for her to reach that heat on her own.”

“She is close.” I murmur. “Everything around her when her anger rises or her emotions run high gets unbearably hot. She must have been absorbing the dragon’s heat when their emotions make them grow warmer. She can be around the dragons, but with their flaring temper, she has doomed herself.”