The princes as my mates.

The queen loses her head

The atmosphere around the dinner table was tense as the sultry noble girls pulled their short dresses into a position that showed more skin, they didn't care that I was sitting right there I between my mates. The queen was glaring at them with a look that could make mountains move and would occasionally lean over and whisper to the king a look of pure hatred in her eyes. The twins looked sheepishly at the ground glancing up to look at me every now and then, these...girls use to be their play toys and now they felt guilty about it. One of the barbies cleared her throat and her squeaky voice echoed around the large dining hall.

"Thank you for inviting us," she cast what she thinks is a charming smile but everyone can tell that the girl thinks she is better than everyone else. I watch as the queen finally lost the small hold she had on her temper. She stands with enough speed and power to push her chair back; the king looks like he want to interfere but once he sees the look in his mates eyes quickly retreats to safer ground of watching how events will play out. The plates and cups on the long wooden table rattle from the force Violet exerts with her anger. Her eyes are shifting color as her anger forces its way out in the form of her wolf

            “How dare you stare at my sons like they are a piece of meat. They will never be interested in you ever. Maybe if you would wear actual clothes instead of tiny strips of fabric men would respect you more and maybe you could find your mate instead of whoring around with men who don’t even belong to you.” She started to shake just like the rest of us except hers was out of anger while the rest of us were shaking out of laughter. The Barbie’s face was turning red with shame while the rest of us were about to die from laughter. The king grabbed his wife and pulled her onto his lap in an attempt to calm her down. Violet turns and looks at me her eyes getting calmer with each passing second. “Dear I am so sorry that this slut was allowed in her and had the ability to destroy what was going to be a perfect meal. I promise I will make it up to you and I am sure the boys will to.” She turns her harsh look to the boys who quickly nod their heads and grab my hand. I duck my head trying to hide my smile and keep my laugh in. My hair swings down and covers my face as my shoulders shake. A chair scraps against the floor as the slut shoots up and heads for the door running as fast as her stiletto heels can carry her. The king looks at his wife and shakes his head.

            “You could have been a little nicer love; she didn’t need to be reprimanded like that. I’m sure the boys could of handled it.” The queen just looked at him and he instantly quieted down. I shake my head and continue eating and our meal ends in silence.

            I had almost forgotten about my problems, things had been going so well that I was living on cloud nine and everything was fine. At least until the dreams started. They were awful, blood and fighting and death. People were dying all around me and I couldn’t do anything about it. I was supposed to be the chosen one, the savior, the one to end the suffering of all species. But in these dreams I was the one leading them right into the hands of those who wanted to destroy them. The angels had found a way to keep my weak, without sleep I couldn’t function; I was falling asleep in meetings and missing questions and conversations. My mates were starting to get worried about me; I didn’t get to leave their sight or be by myself. A scream cut through my daydream. It was high pitched and female and filled with terror. Before I even realized what was going on I was shooting toward the source of the sound. It took me about three minutes of running to get to the spare room where the maid was found in a pile on the floor crying and rocking back and forth. I wrap my arms around her and try to calm her down, the king and queen round the corner and the queen take my place as I enter the room. I quickly cover my mouth and try to hold back bile at the sight that greets me. One of the gardeners is stung up from the light fixture blood still dripping down to the floor. The dripping sound echoes around the silent room. His face is frozen in a horrible grimace filled with panic. Tears start pouring down my face as I look at all the blood and flesh that coats the room. Part of him looks like he was exploded. I try to push back my emotions and look at the scene logically. Something powerful did this and I know they had a point I just don’t know what that point was or what message they were trying to get across. I cast another glace around the room before I start to head out, I am about to cross the door when I see something shinny and golden. I stop and turn to see the king still looking at her former employ. I creep over, carful to miss the squeaky floor bored. I reach behind the dresser and gasp as I pull out the angel feather. Rage builds in my body as I look back at the body. The war starts now, now they had started to attack people around me. I was going to end this.