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 had to make my

“Your mother made her choice and she

voice. “What happens to me if she dies?

said simply before adding. “And if you have anything that

even before I got there. Something had shifted in the atmosphere, the desperation and fear was so thick, it felt like

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

me and without leaving Christine's side, his eyes turned to daggers. “Where is she? Where is the

mean,” I corrected. “She is being safely

with his words, I didn't disagree either,

It was all over him, I could almost reach out and taste it, reach out and warp it to my own desires. I could feel the pulsing inside of me, almost beckoning me

way over

the babies out,” the physician mumbled more

exclaimed. “She could die, the babies could die.” “This is the only way I can save her. I also don’t know if any of the babies have

make sure she doesn't f*****g d-" He 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

physician was right, there was no way he could save both the children and her. I looked over to her

I knew came from Christine. The babies were handed to Camilla and I because all Juan wanted

arms. They were small, only a few more weeks and they would have been ready to come out. They weren't going to survive, I knew that and I could feel the very essence

over me. I trailed a finger over the little child in 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 taken so many lives, so many souls, surely there was more stored deep somewhere,

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 energy seemed to pour out of

until in front of my very eyes, I saw the baby take a deep breath and start to

asked in utter disbelief as she turned to me. “What did you do?” “How do you know it

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, I was staring at what was obviously a miracle. Both babies were screaming, evidence of the life thrumming