Traded To The Lycan King

*Colette*

Percy's hand steams, smoke rising at an alarming rate, a grimace forming on his face as Jennifer tries to transform. A bright orange orb bounces in her throat, as if her flame is trying to break free to take over, and Percy is the only thing keeping it in. He lets out a pained scream as he releases her, but he doesn't back away as she gasps for air.

"We should go,” Merikh whispers, pressing at my lower back. My cheeks grow warm, my jaw clenching in frustration.

"The hell we will," I say, sparing him a moment, before gluing my eyes onto Percy once again. "She killed Penny, and then she tortured me for days. And what she did to my mom-"

My voice breaks and I clear my throat, focusing on Percy as he ducks under Jennifer's arm, gliding to the left as she lunges forward at him. Flames shoot from her mouth as she whips around, trying to catch him as he rolls away.

Merikh pulls me further from them, giving them space as I watch anxiously. We could join in, help him finish her and make this end faster. But I need to watch her suffer as much as Percy needs to be the one who kills her.

It won't fix us, hell it will probably only make us feel better for a moment, but when time is the only thing that heals pain, you need a hit of something to hold you over until that time comes.

This is that moment. That memory when I close my eyes and I remember how it feels to have her hit me, or the sounds my mother made screaming by Jennifer's hands, it will dull the ache. From a place that hurts to one that numbs, never erasing it, but at the very least feeling like we got fucking retribution.

"Percy will be fine. I have faith in his skill and his anger." Merikh says.

"I do too, but I need to see this," I whisper. Merikh's hand tangles with mine as he sighs.

"Then we stay and we watch her be destroyed."

Jennifer roars out, her head falling back as flames shoot straight up into the sky, the leaves of the trees near it recoiling from the heat before catching fire and falling to the ground.

Her skin grows scaly and her face morphs, an enormous head replacing hers as she grows longer and taller. I have seen a few varieties of dragons now, Teiran who was massive and other that are smaller, more like overgrown lizards.

Jennifer is an overgrown snake with legs, matching her personality in the most perfect way. Wings spawn out wide, as a slow flap sends wind tunneling toward us and she flaps faster, preparing for takeoff. Her eyes cut to me and I grin, knowing she made a fatal mistake.

She has underestimated Percy by taking her gaze off of him and giving him the opening he needs to ground her.

He sprints toward her wing as her legs lift off from the ground, both claws sinking into the thin, paper like veiny skin. She squeals in pain as his fingers rip through with ease, shredding her flesh before her swipes again and again. Small blood stained bits flutter to the ground like dragon confetti as she drops from the sky to the one side.

Merikh throws me aside by my hand, my side landing hard on the dirt ground with a whoosh of air knocking from me. I turn, wheezing as I watch her tail fly around haphazardly and see Merikh on the ground on the opposite side.

"Shit!" I hiss, forcing myself up as Percy leaps onto her back and she tries like hell to bounce him off.

She bucks and kicks like a wild horse. Percy tries to cling to her, but his claws glance off her thick scales and he slips down toward her neck. I rush toward Merikh who opens his eyes and tries to rise and move toward where the fight is and my stomach falls.

In the span of a second, he goes from having the upper hand to his shoulder being in her mouth as he wails out in agony. My hair stands on edge as I rush to stand, forcing myself to close my eyes and rely on my siren's abilities.

A crunch rings out and bile rises in my throat as I open my eyes and break into a run. Her back is to me, and Percy is nowhere to be seen from the angle. I slip under her broken wing, panic gripping at my throat as I pop up and see Percy laying on the ground, unmoving.

"No, no, no!" I ramble, my eyes misting with tears as my skin feels like it is crawling, every bit of me hyper aware of what the fuck is going on. Jennifer has taken out an entire family and tortured mine. I should have just helped him kill her. I should have just told him to end her and not play with his prey.

But then he moves, his head shaking as his lycan form stands, his right shoulder droops and his eyes a full black as he throws his head back and lets out a heartbreaking lycan howl.

Percy moves to her, and she swings her massive head toward him, her jaw at an awkward angle, and I see flames dripping from her mouth as if she can't open it to release them properly.

She stumbles to the side; her balance off from her wing and her dislocated jaw as she lands on a tree and her human form takes over. Jennifer cries out in pain as Percy limps toward her.

When he reaches her, he grabs her by the ankle, dragging her toward the center of where they had been fighting and he transforms back into his redhead self.

"The weapon you used on my sister was fucking barbaric." He growls yanking her toward him as he kneels down and leans over her. "So fam going to have to get creative with what I use."

"If she had been trained better-" She struggles to get the words out and I growl in anger.

"You outnumbered her." I hiss, and she turns her pale pained face toward me.

Percy grasps her cheek, and she cries, trying to push him away.

"Look at me when I am killing you," he says, leaning close to her face.

I glance around, looking where Merikh had been laying only to find him gone. My eyes widen in shock as I reach out to feel him, but I get nothing.

"Merikh?" I rasp out, my mouth going

dry as my stomach feels queasy. His hand touches mine and the sparks make me relax as I look up at him. He appears to be okay, his eyes clearer than they had been before we left the ocean for home.

"This is the moment you have been looking for," he whispers, giving my hand a squeeze as I inch closer.

Percy grabs a stick, holding it over her chest as she cries, trying to fight him off, losing to his determination inch by inch until her cry grows into a frantic wailing and she begs.

“No, no. Please, I will help you-" she sputters out, blood flying from her lips.Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

"You want to help?" Percy asks, then he chuckles, turning his head to me where she looks and begs for freedom I won't give her. "Do you need any help, Luna?"

"I have all the help I need." I say with a sneer, moving closer. "After all, it was your very own prince of the dragons who helped me escape."

I whisper the words, and her eyes go

wide with shock and fury. For a moment ↓sèe a spark, one filled with the will to live, but Percy wipes that thought from her as he plunges the stick through her chest fully and for good measure, he twists it then

stands.

"Burn where you belong, bitch." he spits the words at her, tears streaming down his cheeks as he turns and looks at Merikh and I.

"Feel better?" Merikh asks. Percy looks away and clears his throat before slowly nodding.

"For now," he admits, looking at me. "And you, Luna? Do you feel a little better?"

"I feel...relieved." I admit and give him a soft, reassuring smile.

"Good." he says, limping toward us. "Now, let me get you both to our safe zone. Hayes is champing at the bit to let you take over and lead this fight."

“Good." Merikh says, sounding relieved. “We are eager to lead it, Aren't we my little Luna?"

I grin up at him, walking along behind Percy and pulling Merikh along with me.

"The sooner we start, the sooner we can get it over with and live our lives."