The Royal werewolf's Mate

Chapter 8: The Plan

Princess Scarlett's POV

           The twilight faded into blackness, the once salmon and purple sky had now transformed into a vast expanse of jet-black that engulfed the whole city. After a blisteringly hot day the sun had finally set, and the scorching heat surrendered to the cool sea breeze.

         The stars are somewhere behind the haze of black cloud that is stretched thinly above as the moonlight splashed down its watery white-silver glow onto the city, illuminating them. The moon looked like a pearl against the velvet blue sky. I couldn't help take my eyes off the moon.

After twenty years of wait, the day had finally come. I finally get to see my brother today. Tonight Elijah will be crowned the prince of North Coloma. Ideally it should have been done on his sixth birthday, just like mine was. But as they say, better late than never.

         Elijah and I weren't like other siblings. Growing up separately, we've hardly ever spent any time together. We do speak to each other over the phone, but I wouldn't count that. The last time I met him was when he was fifteen, when I flew down to meet him for a day. But it doesn't change the fact that I love him, and I've really missed him.

"Are you okay?" Caleb asked me, breaking my train of thoughts.

"Not as bad as I expected." I replied with a smile.

Caleb knew how this castle makes me feel. I was born here. The walls of the castle have witnessed so many beautiful moments I've shared with my family. But moms death had transformed the beautiful moments of my life to memories that are way too painful to look back on.

The silence of castle had begun to haunt me after she left us. The castle that was filled with our laughter was the only one to witness my silent cries. On many occasions Aunt Martha called me to live with her and uncle Daniel, but I couldn't. I just didn't have it in me, to leave father all by himself.

Everyone has a different methods of grieving. While father's way was to distance himself from everyone, and devoting his sweat and blood for the nation. Jah was very little when mother lost her life.

          He doesn't remember her and Uncle says its a repressive memory, however till date he refuses to step a foot in this country, they all had found their ways, accept for me. I didn't know how to cope up with her loss.

However today after so many years, coming to this Castle doesn't seem all that bad. Somehow knowing that Jah is in the castle, comforts me. It's as though I can feel Ma's presence after so many years. 

        Twenty one years ago, Ma escaped this castle along with my one weak old baby brother, after he was poisoned. They lived in Europe for a year, away from all of us. Once everything seemed stable, father called them back, but that's when someone tried kidnapping Jah.

Ma realised coming back to North Coloma wouldn't do any better, so she took a flight back to her hometown instead, where she lived with her folks for a few months. Unfortunately I fell ill, and she couldn't help but come see me, leaving Jah with her folks. She stayed with me for a month. The memory is still so fresh in my mind. When she was on her way back to her hometown to be with Elijah, she was kidnapped.

Father loved Ma immensely, but when the kidnappers asked father to give up his throne, and tell them where Jah was, in exchange for his mate, he refused. There was no news from Ma or the kidnappers.