The Rejected Werewolf Princess by Didiadeyemi

CAMILLA'S POV

I wasn't sure if I wanted to stay back with him and figure out what he meant or identify the source of the sound. After hearing another scream, I rushed towards the other side of the cells with Ryker in tow. The cell door was open and the guards were on the floor bleeding profusely from gashes in their sides.

“What the hell happened here?” I asked as I rushed to my knees trying to put some pressure on the blood but it was too much. Nothing I did seemed to be able to stop it. “Where are the prisoners?”

“I'm sorry,’ one of the guards whispered. His voice was shaky and blood was dripping from his lips. “I don’t know how it happened, I swear. I didn't mean for this.”

“Tell me what happened,” I tried to keep my voice firm but soft at the same time. His friend was dead and I knew he would be too, the last thing I needed to do was stress him out. He was bleeding out by the second despite the pressure I was applying.

“I came down here and I saw you,” he explained me. “You were in the cells and you told me that they had put you in. I wanted to get you out, I just wanted to do the right thing. After I opened the door, it was like someone had cast a spell on me because you weren't there anymore and they were. They attacked me and they asked me to tell you that they were coming for you. I am sorry, your majesty.’

“It isn't your fault,” I whispered softly. “Did they say anything else?”

He shook his head barely. “They said we would all live to regret it because his majesty killed her husband. I tried to stop them, I swear I did."

Behind me, I felt Ryker stiffen. Ansel had warned us barely seconds ago that they would rain hell on us for what we did. I would have been lying if I said fear didn't grip my heart but I knew that for the sake of the brave man in front of me, I couldn't panic.

I turned to him with a small smile. “You are a brave soldier, thank you for everything you have done. You were doing your job. We weren't prepared for them. You did the right thing."

His eyes watered. “Did I, truly?”

I nodded. His eyes were already gazing over and I knew it was just a few seconds away. I kept pressure on his side with one hand and reached out for one of his hands with the other. His hold was shaky and loose but he managed to hold my hand but I couldn't let him die alone, not when this death could have been prevented.

on me but I didn't care, I only cared about the man on the floor in front of me.

to let go of him so that the guards can take him away." Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ FindNøvᴇl.nᴇt

I didn’t care. I couldn't peel my eyes away as they carried the bodies. They were both so young, they

about the sirens?” I asked Ryker. “Did anyone see them

until further notice. I know it puts us at a disadvantage but I believe it is necessary. I don't know much about sirens

but

wait for him before I started making my way

aloud. “You don't look

inside of me, something dark and dangerous. He had the audacity to smirk after he was the one that brought them to our doorsteps. He wasn't even remorseful in the slightest. He had done this over something as fickle and stupid as

my hands and I squeezed. I watched as blood gathered

presence behind me. “Let him

“He deserves to die.”

right now. Death will be too easy

I didn’t even realize when my shoulders began to sag and I dropped my hand. I vaguely heard Ansel cough and splutter as the darkness dissipated. I

a myth. I was doing research of what I could do to create some conflict in the pack that I could easily solve and I read about sirens. They were known as masters of manipulation. You could get a siren to do your bidding if you paid the right price. I went with all the money I had, I thought it was enough, but I didn't account for how rich I saw them

they called them manipulators?” I spat. “If they are

laughed, but there was nothing amusing about it, it was bleak and humorless. “They were never at my bidding. They only wanted me to think that. This was always about them. Sirens thrive on conflict and violence, they wanted to spill blood on their terms and now you have given them

a cold whisper. “I will only say this once so listen to me carefully. If any harm comes to any member of my family because of you or what you have just done, I will paint the walls of this palace with your blood and I will make sure to rain fire down on your family in return,

flashed with anger. “Leave