The Rejected Werewolf Princess by Didiadeyemi

RYKER'S POV

We were thankfully able to get out of the room before Marie and Peggy returned but we took the dolls with us. I held onto them because Camilla wanted nothing to do with it. There were four dolls in total and I was more annoyed by the fact that they were not easily identifiable. They all looked the same, there was no hair or any defining features to figure out who the dolls controlled. Whoever had taken their time to create them had done so in a way that even now, we couldnt pin them to it.

“Is it possible that they were planted?” Christine asked. She was out of the physician's quarters but her movements had been very limited.

Even now, it took a lot of convincing on her part to even let Juan consider letting her come to the council room. He wanted to always have a close eye on her. He was still worried that something was going to her and I couldn't help but wonder if one of the dolls was for her. I didn't want to jump to conclusions which was why I had said nothing.

“I don't think so,” it was Camilla who answered. She was seated next to me with her hands crossed over her chest. “They were hidden very well and we would never have found them if the entire room wasn't searched. Something very weird is going on and I have no idea what it is.”

“Any luck with Marie and Peggy?” Christine asked but she shook her head.

“Their stories still don't align and neither of them is willing to talk about it anymore. I can try but I don’t want to come on as pushy or they might suspect that something is up. I already told them that I was getting part of my memory back-"

There was silence all around the room and it felt good to know that I wasn’t the only one who thought it was absolutely absurd for her to tell them that without first weighing the pros and cons. No one spoke and I saw Camilla shift anxiously in her seat. It took a full minute of silence before Juan finally broke the silence.

“Did you just say that you told them you had gotten your memory back?” he sounded exasperated and slightly annoyed.

“I told them I was having flashes of memory,” she corrected. “I thought if I told them that, it would give me some insight and I would be able to figure something out. I thought it would put whoever is responsible on the spot and they would make a stupid mistake.”

“How is that working out for you?” Christine sassed. “You asked us to keep this as a secret and we did. Why would you suddenly go behind our backs and damn it all to hell? It doesn’t make any semse to me right now.”

at the end of the day, was always going to defend her. “We have the dolls and they think her memory is coming back. This might be a good way to catch them in the act. They will be panicking and Marie will make a mistake. It was a spur of the

her or if they truly believed me but no one questioned it.

open,” Camilla said softly. “A cornered animal is bound to strike. We don't know who or what we are dealing with. We have to be careful.

duties at the palace. It was exhausting to say the least

about that,” Camilla whispered making me turn to her. “I put

about it and you thought it was the right one. might not agree with it but I trust you and I trust that you will not do anything with the intention to hurt

are in way over our heads with this one. I don’t even know what to do next. How do we defeat

do is focus on what we do know

picked for a visit. There was far too much going on

she mumbled as soon as she got close to us. “Ryker, can I

furrowed. “Is

and there was a sense of urgency that led me to realize that she wasn’t joking. Camilla gave me a small squeeze on the shoulder before walking off leaving

I grabbed her by the hand and led her towards the private living room. It was the closest

back. “Is Christine alright? I haven't heard anything

fine, she is still resting. You could have just

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was an accusing edge in her tone that led me to realize that this was more than I thought. I leaned back in the chair and watched her carefully. She had her hands crossed against her chest and she was too tense, too stoic. She didn’t come for a conversation, she came prepared for a potential argument and the honest

do something wrong by choosing Damien? Is that what this is about? Do you want me to call things off?” “Stop,” I cut her off and she fell silent. “This isn’t about you or Damien and no one is avoiding you. You came at the

“What does that mean?”