Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons novel Chapter 98

*Merikh*

A burst of flame shoots over my head as I drop to my stomach, the heat enough to make my skin feel as if I am standing too close to a bonfire. I roll to my left and up onto my knees, crouching low toward the massive jaded rock where Percy is hiding. Blood pours from above his right eye, but he wears a smile, nonetheless.

Not an excited smile, a manic psychotic one that says he hopes to go out in a literal blaze of glory. His fighting has been stellar aside from the few times he has left himself open to an attack of two I have had to blunder. The more I look at him, the more concerned I am that the openings are intentional.

“You are not allowed to let yourself get killed.” I growl at him, watching as he responds to my command. There is a hint of annoyance in his eyes before he chuckles and nods.

“If I die, I will die doing my job.” he grins, inching up the rock to take a peek over.

“We are pinned down.” I murmur. “The assholes burned us into a fucking corner.”

“I can distract them so you can run.” Percy says immediately, and I shoot him a scowl. This kid’s death wish is getting a little out of hand.

“Pinned down doesn’t mean we are out of the fight, Perc. This isn’t a game of chess, this is war.” I say, scanning the area. “It just means we need to get a little creative.”

He snorts, reaching up and pressing on the injury to his head.

“I’m not feeling all that creative, Alpha.” He says.

Another blast encases the outside of the rock, flames licking around the side as we move closer together to avoid the heat. I sigh, closing my eyes as I try to process what to do next. In truth, I’m not feeling all that damn creative either. But I am feeling like I will do anything to get away.

“How about desperate?” I ask him with a smile, “You feeling that?” and he nods.

“Yea, feeling a lot desperate at the moment.” Percy mutters, dropping his head against the rock. “This heat is making me fucking sweaty and irritable.”

I couldn’t agree more with him. As lycans, we run a little warmer anyway without faster metabolism. But this? This shit is unbearable and all I can think about is a tall glass of ice cold water and a cool dip in the healing waters with my luna. But if I want either of those things, we need to get a damn move on. And fast.

“How much time do we have between the bursts of flames?” I ask him.

We noticed before they need time to recover before they rain their fire down on us for extended periods of time. The only thing we have going for us is that they want to cook us on this blasted boulder so they are combining their forces to blow flames at the same time.

“Maybe a minute, tops.” He mutters, “Have you not heard from Luna Letty yet? Is she out?”

I shake my head, licking my parched lips in frustration. It has been a solid fucking forty-five minutes of fighting. We lost our lycans over ten minutes ago from the exhaustion and the way we are dehydrated like a bunch of grapes in the desert sun.

“She isn’t reaching out or responding.” I mutter, my stomach in knots at the thought that maybe she didn’t make it out, or she was knocked unconscious and hidden deeper in their fortress of ash and death.

“We can’t leave her.” Percy says, a look of determination on his brow.

“Not a thing in the world that could make me leave her here in this living hell, Perc. But we may need to escape and regroup. We aren’t any good to her if we are dead.”

Just then, the fire ceases and I make the split decision to grab his arm and run. I bolt up, yanking on Percy as I drag him along, tripping over the hot terrain in our bare feet. I can feel the way the hot rocks dip into my skin with ease, like butter on a hot skillet and it spurs faster movement.

“Move your ass, Percy.” I command and he groans, kicking up his speed to match mine.

“I will never want to be in heat ever again,” he scoffs. “No more beach vacation, I’m going to the swiss alps to ski every year now.”

As we run, I can hear the hiss of the air, the dragons preparing themselves to set us on fire like a match struck on a rock and I glance back to see them lumbering behind us. I can only be thankful none of the assholes we have encountered today have been able to fly.

“Percy, I demand you shift and run as fast and as far as you can.” I say in my alpha command voice. He lycan takes over at once, looking labored and exhausted as he tries to fight my command to run. “Now!” I roar.