The Rejected Werewolf Princess by Didiadeyemi

Chapter 192

CAMILLA’S P.O.V

The water began to move, almost as if someone were controlling it. It started with a small wave that quickly grew angrier. Marie was screaming some words but I couldn’t hear her. I could hear the roaring of waves in my ears. The waves rose highly and with them did Peggy’s body until the water was almost lifting her out and washed her onto the shore. Marie and I stood there for a full minute, no one dared to speak or move as we tried to process what had just happened.

I broke free of my spell first and rushed over to Peggy. She wasn’t breathing and she looked paler than I would have preferred. I wasn’t sure how but I knew exactly what to do. I dropped to my knees in front of her and started to push hard on her chest willing her awake but she wouldn’t. I wasn’t at it for long when Marie’s hand came onto my shoulder and she pushed me back almost harshly.

“What the hell just happened?” she yelled out loud as she took over from me. I wanted to help but she shot me a scathing look. “What was that back there?”

“I don’t know,” I admitted. She looked terrified and I should have been too but I felt more curiosity if I was being honest, I stared at the water again trying to ignore the soft tug I felt in my chest towards it.

“Are you going to stand there or are you going to try to help me?” Marie snarled and I turned back to her. She was furiously pumping her mother’s chest but there was no change in Peggy and I cursed.

I didn’t know what to do. I could barely remember my own life, how was I expected to know how to help Peggy? I froze in place staring at Marie’s grief stricken and panicked expression. Peggy was her only family and she was so close to death’s door, I could almost smell it. The best I could do was utter a small prayer to the goddess hoping that the same way she heard my prayer about the water, she would hear this one.

“Don’t just f**king stand there!” she exclaimed. “Help me you bitch. She saved your life, so come over here and help me pump the f**king water out of her chest goddamit.”

She was crying now and her movements were becoming sloppy. I gently pushed her away from her mother’s body but she wouldn’t move. She was clutching her like her life depended on it. I knew I couldn’t do much about that, so I maneuvered around her and took over. I wasn’t sure how long I could last pumping her chest but I could try and try I did. My eyes welled up with tears and I repeated the same prayer under my breath until my

throat was sore.

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“Please,” I whispered, my voice cracking on the end. “You cannot die right now.”

It was slight and I thought I had

and it felt like muscle memory as my hands moved. I didn’t know what

figure out what had just happened, Marie pushed me to the side. She

you playing at?” she spat with narrowed eyes.

unsure of what had just happened. “I can’t- I

want me to think? One second you are here and the next

what the hell is happening. This is as terrifying

house or I will make

“I didn’t-”

or I will tell the entire town that you are a witch.”

came from Peggy’s lips. Marie turned away from me to focus on her mother. Her hands were gentle

Marie waved her off. “Don’t yell at Camilla, she had nothing to do with this. I fell in while I was trying to touch a lily pad. I knocked my head

tried to explain but Peggy waved her

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a wolf, Marie, she isn’t a witch. Listen, can we talk about this later? I am freezing my ass off and I would like a warm cup of tea first, okay?” Marie nodded and helped

afternoon. It took less than half an hour for her to hate me more than she did when I first

to stand

distance so as not to piss anyone off. Peggy was dried off and brought back to the living room where a blanket was slung over her shoulder and she

going to tell me what the hell

you out and she controlled what was inside of you. Do you know how

reason but Marie ignored me. “If I did, I would have told you. All I wanted was to get her out. I had no ulterior motives.”

Peggy held up a hand to

last six years of her life. Even if she remembered and forgot to tell us, it isn’t her fault,” Marie crossed

have those kind of