Her Savior. His Princess.

My Fault

I had been sitting in bed, I've been staring off into nothing, shaking from head to toe. I guess he didn't want me anymore that day because I have spent the past eleven hours sitting on this bed. I was starting to think my bones might grow old and start to crumble if I didn't move. So my body decided shaking like crazy was the better answer. I had ran out of tears or I know I would have been bawling my eyes out.

Why was I even here? Why couldn't I bring myself to end it? One cut to my fragile wrist and I would be gone from this hell. But I couldn't. I wanted to. But something deep inside me told me to stay alive. It was stupid, I know. 

However, every time I thought of dying, my mind drifted back to the man from the market place. I could still feel him, but it was dulled a lot so all I could feel was a small burst of anger coming from his end every once in a while. Why was he mad? Who made him mad? Why did I want to rip out the jugular of whoever would dare make him mad?

I need to get out of here. I have to find him. But why? I was stupid to think he would want to help me. That's when I heard the voices outside my door. I don't have good hearing like normal werewolves so I had to bite through the pain and move so my ear was pressed against the beaten up door.

"-He's been tearing through all of Angel City trying to find the girl." A girl... I think her name is Sonia, said, sounding like 'totally' shocked.

"Really?! Wow... I wish the most powerful alpha was after me! He's, like, drop dead gorgeous!" Another girl, probably Sonia's best friend, Tasha, spoke then, gasping and swooning.

"Too bad for us our hair isn't a golden blonde like the mystery princess!" I could practically hear the frown in her whiny annoying voice before the two girls moved along.

I froze when they were gone and my entire body quivered with a new fear as the realization dawns on me. Golden blonde hair was really rare for werewolves. I was one of the few that even had the hair color. Which meant one thing. I was the mystery princess. And that meant I was the reason he was so mad. I frowned deeply as I thought of this.

Why did everything always have to be my fault?