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Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons novel 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 come from 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 eyes flicker for a moment to behind me.

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, passing me as 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 than me as a hand made of many wolf’s claws come swiping 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 grab me again.

There is no world in which that many sets of claws will not annihilate me with 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.

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