Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons novel Chapter 166

“Exiled or not, I don’t trust you.” I tell him plainly. He nods in understanding, looking over at Kyra, who gives him an arched brow and a smirk. What, they have inside jokes already?

“I told you.” She says quietly, causing me to drag my tongue over my teeth, trying my hardest not to snap at them.

“Where did you come from?” Marcos asks, sounding just as annoyed as I feel. A small flutter of amusement floats through me as I look at Teiran for his answer.

“I live on the road.” He shrugs, “I happened to be camping nearby—”

“He is searching for Ezrah, too.” Kyra says, cutting him off.

Teiran watches her closely but doesn’t say anything to negate what she says as I narrow my eyes.

“So he is searching for the egg…” I say, leading them for more answers.

“Yes.” He says, “But not for the reason you think. I have my own motives, but I assure you I want to work with you.”

I recall the many times Colette would try to speak to me, fill me in on her stories about when she was saved from within the dragon's lair. She trusted Teiran once, the fallen heir who distrusted Giselle.

But that doesn’t mean in these two years that his allegiance has changed completely. Where Colette found it easy to discern who to trust, I find I don’t have it in me to even try it.

“You trust him?” I sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose between my eyes. My body is tired, weakened from sprinting and fighting and my mental guard is down from seeing her safe.

“I think so.” She says. I bark a soft laugh as I shake my head.

“I don’t have it in me to argue with you right now.”

“Uh, I don’t trust him.” Marcos chimes in, “Does my opinion matter for anything?”

“Not really.” I tell him truthfully, shooting him a smirk as he rolls his eyes and throws his hands up in defeat.

“We can discuss it with Koda, Dean, and Nisha when we get back.” I say, walking away, searching the ground for the remnants of some type of clothing.

“If we head back through my camp, I have extra pants.” Teiran says before looking at Kyra. “And shirts.”

I can’t stop the growl as it rumbles through my chest. My protective eyes narrowed on him as he looks at me with a blank expression, but I swear I see a twitch at the corner of his lips.

“Lead the way.” I give in. Deciding getting clothing on everyone is probably for the best. At least, for my sanity, when it comes to both Marcos and Teiran sneaking the occasional look at Kyra’s smooth, toned body.

His camp isn’t too far from where we were and I look around, wondering how the hell we missed this as we sprinted through the forest looking for Kyra. Was my fear for her that imminent that I couldn’t even focus on searching clearly?

I mean, I had run right past her and what if she had needed me? What if Teiran had tried something and I just…sprinted past her as she needed me? I need to do better, be better if I want to keep her safe.

Teiran tosses me some gym shorts, dealing out clothing to the rest as I slip my feet through and tug them to my waist. I take a second to close my eyes and appreciate a pair of clothing that fits right. He grabs his bag, uttering a few words as the dim, smokeless, fire extinguishes.

“Ready?” He says looking around and I nod.

“You two walk ahead, I want to speak to Kyra.” I say, pinning her in place with my scowl. She exhales, stalking toward me like a kid that got caught sneaking out at night.

“I don’t really know where I am going.” Teiran reminds me and Marcos puts his hand up to get attention.

“Yeah, I’m a little turned around.” He says, grinning. I groan, clenching my jaw before I point in the direction our camp is, my eyes glowering at him.

“Just keep walking that way.” I grit out. “We will be right behind you.”