The Rejected Werewolf Princess by Didiadeyemi

Chapter 169

CAMILLA’S PO.V

I was standing in a completely dark room and I came to the conclusion that I hated it. I was standing in front of a mirror and when I looked up to it, I saw myself but with a gaping wound in my chest. Out of instinct, I reached up to touch my chest but there was nothing there. My brows scrunched as I took in the mirror, the image wasn’t moving, the mirror was solid, so why was there a hole in my chest when I couldn’t see one? I had spent what felt like forever trying to figure out what the hell was going on.

When I started bleeding from my nose in the room, I had tried to call out for Ryker down the bond but for the first time in a long time- I couldn’t. It was like something was blocking me from my wolf. I tried to get to the door hoping I could find a guard to call for him but I passed out before I made it two steps. At first I was worried but I knew that Ryker would find me sooner or later, it just might take a while because he was with Riley.

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After spending more time analyzing the mirror, I decided that it was broken and e mirror, I decided that it was broken and took a seat cross legged on the floor. It slowly driving me mad and that was the last thing I needed. I needed to concentrate on waking up. I closed my eyes and

willed myself back into my body. I tried to cold ground, I

There was a slight tingling in my toes but that was it- I didn’t move. I cursed and tried again and again but nothing. I was just about to give up when I heard a voice. It was familiar but I couldn’t put my finger on it. I tried to listen out for it hoping to hear more but nothing.

pictured the smell of the room and Rare my body on the

Scent

“Hello?” I called out hoping they could hear me but I got no response. “Please help, I want to leave.”

hands

Only my voice echoed back to me. I let out a groan and ran my

my hair. I turned back to the mirror and was shocked to see that the hole in my chest was healing itself, almost knitting itself closed. I watched with equal parts horror and fascination until it became as small as a penny but it didn’t close completely. It remained open just a little and it stopped. I didn’t know how, but I knew that hole would never close no matter what I did.

“She should be awake soon,” I heard that same voice from earlier. “I can tell she is trying to wake.”

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response. “I’m trying

was going on outside of my body and they couldn’t hear me. I let out an exasperated sigh wondering how the hell I was going to do this. Just as I was giving up, I saw a bright light appear overhead. I had to shield my eyes from the brightness. There was no essence in the light, no sign of life, it was just light. I knew I was to reach out for it so I did, my fingertips barely brushed it when I felt myself getting sucked into it. There was a sharp pain in my

It took me a second to realize it was Ryker. He let out a sigh of pure relief as he took me in. I was back in our room, laid on the soft bed and surrounded by pillows. I knew there were other people in the room but my attention was solely on him. He looked like he had been through hell, his hair was sticking up at the ends and his eyes were heavy as if he

me,” I croaked out and he

I turned to the side confused as to who Lyla was for a second until I saw

heart.

head and the protests from Ryker. “Is something wrong with Audrey? Is the protection

you, Camilla. You are toying with things that you do not understand. Every witch within a knowledge of the

understand,” I groaned placing my hand on my head in an attempt to ease the splitting headache that was forming. I barely managed to

been changed out of my dress and into a more comfortable nightgown and I couldn’t have been more grateful. He walked into the

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you’re talking about,

dear child, are bleeding life. This is more than a witch, this is

I asked. “If you did, you’re too late because Ryker has been asking me to do that for days

but he kept his expression carefully neutral. “I will only say this once, Camilla. I don’t care who is dying

someone else I would want to heal? Was Christine or someone close to me going to get hurt? I stared at her trying to get

it?” I asked but she stayed silent. “Can’t t you at least just

right by it,” she bowed. “I will be

a glass of water. I drank it and immediately began

I managed to drag myself out of bed and into the bathroom. The bath was already full which I found suspicious but I was too tired to ask questions. I dipped into the tub and relaxed. The warm water hit all the right tendons leaving