The Rejected Werewolf Princess by Didiadeyemi

RYKER'S POV

There was a deafening silence. The kind that made you want to check if your ears were truly working. Everything almost seemed to move in slow motion- the younger siren stabbed Christine, Camilla rushed over to her and I could have sworn I heard a deafening scream coming from downstairs and I knew it could only have been Juan.

Camilla was mouthing some words but I couldn't hear her, not clearly at least seeing as I still had the earplugs in. I almost didn’t want to take them out, didn’t want to face the carnage that was unfolding in front of me. The little siren girl didn’t move, she just stood there staring at the blood on her hands and then she turned to me. There was something in her eyes, something small, something broken, something fearful that had me snapping into action.

I pulled the earplugs out and grabbed her by the arm before turning to Camilla. “Apply pressure on that- do not let it go, no matter what anyone tells you. I'm going to get the physician.”

I dragged the little siren with me and heard Camilla’s voice. “Where are you taking her? She did this!”

“I know she did, but if I don’t get her out of here, Juan is going to rip her to pieces and we both do not want that"

I saw a war in Camilla’s eyes, part of her wanted it. A tiny part of her wanted justice and I would have been lying if I said a part of me didn’t want it too but I wasn't going to kill a child- at least not without very good reason. Even then, I wasn't sure if I would be able to bring myself to do it. I mind linked the physician telling him where to go and what was going on before taking the girl to one of the guest rooms.

“Why aren't you locking me up?” she asked and I thought about it for a moment. It was what she deserved.

“You can get out of there as easily as you can get out of here.”

“Why let me leave at all? Why not kill me?”

“How old are you?”

She pursed her lips for a second before replying. “Ten.”

“Well, I don't kill ten year olds, and there are many people in this palace who don’t hold the same sentiments especially if they find out what you did to the woman upstairs.”

had to do it. I

I cut her off in a cold voice. “Your mother made her choice and she died for it. You made

turned to leave when I heard her voice. “What happens to me if she dies? Will you let them kill

stay put, I said simply before adding. “And if you have

air even before I got there. Something had shifted in the atmosphere, the desperation and fear was so thick, it felt like a weighted blanket pressing down

and she was lying on the bed. Her forehead was slicked with sweat and there was so much blood. I couldn't help but think back to what Audrey had said all those days ago. I could sense a foreboding feeling in the air, as if it were warning me of the horrors yet

his eyes turned to daggers. “Where is she?

child, you mean,” I corrected. “She is

although I didn’t agree with his words, I didn't disagree either, I just

him like a fiery beast. It was all over him, I could almost reach out and taste it, reach out and warp

way over to Christine's side. “What

to take the babies out,” the physician mumbled more to himself than to any of us and we all

die.” “This is the only way I can save her. I also don’t know if any of the babies have been hit, I need to find out and that means taking them out,” he looked up at

couldn't even finish the sentence, his words caught in his throat and he placed a soft kiss on Christine's sweaty forehead. I looked up at Christine, shocked to find that she was actually awake- barely, but there. Her eyes were fluttering closed with each passing

he could save both the children and her. I looked over to her stomach, watching with refined eyes as he made an incision over her to take the children out. Their life forces were still strong,

fade to a muted grey. I heard a sob that I knew came from Christine. The babies were handed to Camilla and I because all Juan wanted in that moment was his mate, and it wasn't as if I could blame him. She wasn't out of the woods yet, there was still a lot they had to

would have been ready to come out. They weren't going to survive, I knew that and I could feel the very essence of their lives calling

my hands. It was her son, he was fighting, trying his hardest to live and I knew I had to do something. I dug deep within me, surely if I could take lives then I could give it too. Reina had

doing, all I knew was that I wanted them to live, so instead of pulling their life force to me, I pushed out. At first, nothing happened, then I felt something hot in the center of my gut as

for a second, I wondered if it hadn't worked until in front of my very eyes,

to me. “What did you do?” “How do you know it

some questions but I couldn't pay attention to him, not when I looked down at what used to be an obviously premature baby but was now a full term child in my hands. I didn't know how it happened, I didn't know it COULD happen,