I hesitate, but the weight on my back and the reason I'm doing this, makes me run out of the palace confidently.
People scream and point and run and hide, but I don't look at them.
I run to the hospital and burst through the doors, immediately people scream and run out.
I carefully lay Osiris down and then shift.
" Princess? " A bunch of people say in unison.
" Help me! " I demand.
" But that's Osiris- "
" I said help me! "
Doctors and nurses rush out, and someone yells for them to get a stretcher.
I grab my wrist and scratch at the scab that is forming until blood is beading on it again.
I hold it up to Osiris's mouth. " Drink. " I whisper.
My body hurts all over, where his does.
He's in so much pain.
The blood pools in his mouth before he swallows, his eyebrows twitches.
I move my wrist away from his mouth as they pull his body up, setting him on the stretcher.
He's wheeled away, to the back, and I watch.
" We'll tell you everything as soon as possible, Princess. " I can tell she is scared of me, but I nod, giving her a kind smile.
Despite being a werewolf, I'm still the same princess they know.
I'll do anything for them.
"What are you doing. " A voice books from behind me. A strong grip is placed on my shoulder.
I'm thrown back into the wall.
Gasps are heard all around.
My father stares down at me, his eyes twitching, a scowl set into his face.
He glances over at the people surrounding.
"You have no right to save an enemy, Zharian." He looks back over at me.
"The only real enemy is Alastor. " I say.
My father grits his teeth.
His larbe hand lowers to my bicep and he grips it tightly, dragging me behind him.
"No!" I scream, trying to tug my arm from his grip.
It's no use.
He drags me all the way to the palace, up the stairs, to an empty guest room.
He tosses me in there and slams the door shut.
I growl, standing up and trying to pry the door open.
Useless.
Stepping away, I look around for another way out.
The door opens.
I looked over and see Althaea, standing prim and proper.
My jaw clenches.
"Your father sent me to watch you."
"To watch me. " I laugh. "How many lives have you ruined, whore?" I ask, walking over to her.
She tenses.
"I don't know what your talking about."
"Oh! You don't know what I'm talking about?" I mock. "I'm mad, of course I am. I'm not mad Alastor chose you over me. Even I can see I'm better than.. you."
Shes short and stubby.
I'm taller, lean, packed with muscle. Curvy.
Everything she's not.
"I'm mad that I let myself fall inlove with a douche like him." My hand comes out and grips her hair. "And even though I'm not mad... A princess still needs to deliver punishment. And I think I've waited long enough."
My grip tightens and I toss her to the floor.
She screams, trying to crawl away.
I grab her by her ankle and tug her towards me.
I don't have a weapon.
But I have a wolves strength.
I pull her down until I can wrap my hands around her neck.
"Goodnight. Try not to wreck anymore homes." And the the sound of her neck snapping beneath my hands is heard.
Her body slumps against mine, her eyes frozen open, a look of fear forever on her features.
I stand, looking down at her body.
A sense of relief and confidence washes over me.
I make my way over to the door again, adrenaline pumping.
I try to open it, I throw my body onto it..
And then the door falls, slamming onto the floor.
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The next chapters are so fun !
*Evil laughter*
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