The Rejected Werewolf Princess by Didiadeyemi

RYKER'S POV

I choose Ryker.

Those were three words and on paper they looked simple enough but the truth was far terrifying. Who was choosing and why did they choose me? There were so many questions running through my mind but I didn't have an answer for any and it was maddening. I walked closer to the writing on the wall, most of it had faded off due to nature but it was still readable.

“Did Reina write that?” Juan asked and although I knew he was talking aloud, I couldn't help but respond with a shrug. “What do you think she meant?”

“I don’t know,” I mumbled as I stepped in front of it. I lifted my hand to it and felt a tug in the center of my gut and was pulled to it. I lifted a hand to it and no sooner than the moment my finger touched it, it felt like I was sucked into a void.

At first, all I saw was darkness and then I heard a sound. I turned to it and found Reina there. She was mumbling to herself, her hands were pressed hard against her head as if she was trying to shut out some noise. She looked insane, there was blood dripping from her nose and she was stumbling around like she was drunk or hurt.

“No!” she screamed. “Stop talking. I can't, I'm not ready.”

“Reina?” I asked but she couldn't hear me. It was almost as if she couldn't see me. I tried to move closer to her but I couldn't move. It was almost as if I had been glued to the ground. “What the hell is going on?"

“Itis time. Reina,” I heard an audible voice in my head. I was sure it was whatever was inside of her that she had passed down to me- the magic. It sounded different though, almost darker and more sinister than what I was used to. “This is what we agreed on. You must pass it on." “Please,” she looked like a child begging on her knees like that. Her hands were still pressed over her ears and drool fell from her lips mixing with the pool of blood in front of her. I almost felt bad for her because in this moment, she looked nothing short of human. She looked like a fragile girl who was scared.

“Enough!”

Even I shook from the force of the order. It took everything in me to not fall to my knees and cower. There was sheer and undiluted power in that voice. It was the kind of power that you knew could hurt you, the kind that you knew would unleash years of misery and torment. I couldn't imagine that Reina lived with this for years and I couldn't imagine that this was what was inside of me. It was far greater than what I had bargained for.

her choice to even dabble in this magic. It was fun at first, almost light hearted, the power

she whispered.

the moment you killed your entire coven,” the voice laughed. “I told you Reina, dark magic comes

didn't know what I signed

don’t want anything else. I need to choose

the ground. There were six in total and they each had strands of hair inside. I knew without a doubt that it belonged to my family. “Camilla, Ryker, Audrey, Aurora, Christine and Juan,” she said as she placed each vial on the table. “You asked for a royal member, these are the ones I could get close

cast to the ground and she waited. Even I felt a sense of anticipation despite already knowing what it chose. After two long minutes, Reina’s

forefinger, she wrote on the wall in blood. I stared at the writing, fresh and dripping in contrast to the faded mess Juan and I saw and then

was guttural and otherworldly. As soon as she said that, it felt like I had been thrown out of my body and I landed

hear Juan asking me some questions but I could barely focus on his voice. I had just gone back into the past and I had seen and felt the potential power that could be brewing inside of me. Was that how

get myself to my feet but I ignored Juan and walked over to where I had seen the vials of hair. They sat in their place just staring at me and before I could think, I had shattered each bottle on the ground. It did

my shoulder as Juan stepped in front of me. “What the hell is going on? You stood there for like two minutes, I couldn't

didn’t choose me. She offered us all up like prized pigs to the magic and

was saying but

just looked at

“Ryker-"

and her journals. I need to figure out what I can about this but it chose me, Juan. I don't know why but maybe it thought I