~ The Legend ~ Bear Claw

chapter 14

~ Chapter 14 ~

My wolf disappears inside me, hiding far enough away so that unless she's unleashed by me nobody will know of me being an alpha. My authority and power hidden away with her.

It will weaken me for a few days but then I'll be fine again, it takes the strongest of minds to block something so powerful away and sometimes it causes pain.

Guards stands on the perimeter of the kingdom, no brick wall needed as it makes them feel like caged animals. It takes 12 hours on foot to get here, its hidden in the most sacred parts of the forest. But the kingdom doesn't give off a nice warm feeling, it gives off an air of obedience, power and confidence which rattles my wolfs cage.

The guards quickly stop me from entering "who are you?" One speaks. I couldn't see their faces as they wear masks to protect their identity.

"I'm the daughter of Axel knight..my pack have been k-killed by the white dawn pack, I have no where else to g-go" I whimper as tears enter my vision. The men look me over and Pity fills their eyes at my clothing.

"Are you the only one?" He asks and I nod wrapping my arms around my body timidly.

"The king would like to see you" the other one speaks up obviously having mind linked the king.

With wide eyes I nod slowly and timidly follow them, entering the kingdom I look around in awe.

'I'm in the kingdom, remember this image' I tell cadell and do a 360 turn slowly as if looking at the beauty of it.

'Got it alpha, you ok?' Cadell replies immediately with concern.

'I'm good, how are you all holding up?' I ask softly.

'Doing our best not to moap around' he replies honestly and I laugh down the link.

'I'll be back before you know it, get Becan to draw the image and I'll send more tomorrow' I tell him and close the link as the guards reach the castle. Continuing to look around in awe as they lead me down different hallways and doors.

A cough makes me look at a man sat on his throne. How typical.

"Oh, sorry your highness..I just..your kingdom is beautiful" I tell him with a timid voice and awe. He seemed to accept my answer and relaxed.

"How old are you my child?" He asks furrowing his brows and I duck my head as my cheeks flush. Young enough to be your fucking granddaughter you old prick.

"Sixteen your highness" I answer softly while pulling my arms in closer.

He nods "your father was a good man Arabella" he tells me trying to comfort me.

Tears enter my vision and I nod slowly "thank you sir" I whisper sadly.

Arabella knight. As. Fucking. If.

"You may stay in my castle if you wish, a servant will escort you to your room. Dinner will be at 5:30 sharp, for tonight you will be excused to mourn your loved ones" he tells me offering me a sad smile.

"Thank you your highness" I reply softly with relief. He clicks his fingers and three maids come in instantly, all looking towards the ground with fear.

"Choose your servant" he tells me and I feel sick but point to the second one. Something about her just tells me to pick her. Maybe the way she smelled of coconuts and lemon, faintly though. As if it wasn't her scent.

"Amelia escort miss knight to her chambers" he orders. She bows to him out of fear and motions for me to follow her. Reluctantly I grit my teeth and bow slightly, before quickly following the girl.

Who is he to make me bow! Mother fucker of all mother fuckers! I hate that cocky arrogant power hungry perverted asshole!

Fucking bastard.

"Ma'am were here" the girl murmurs with her head low and I sense her hiding something. Frowning slightly I hold back my protective instincts and smile at her.

"Thank you Amelia" I reply and she opens my door for me, she bows to me before leaving quickly.

Closing my door I see the lights already came on when the door opened. A lilac thick carpet, cream and lilac walls, cream silk bedding, huge glass windows with lilac curtains leading to the balcony and two doors in white that lead to the bathroom and closet I'm presuming.

My hate for this place doubles at the room.

I miss my white tiled flooring through my house. I miss my white cotton sheets. My white wood bed. My glass window acting like a wall behind my bed. I miss my paints being on my floor. I miss my bathroom. I miss my closet. I miss the comfort of my home, of my pack. I miss my warriors.

Not even a day away from my pack and I'm home sick.

Sighing I take a seat on the bed reluctantly. Now all I have to do is wait.