My Royal Wolf Blood

Hunter- Vampire

“Father, it’s not right.”

“I know, son.”

“We shouldn’t have taken that away from her,” Jake growls.

“What if she remembers?” I spoke.

“Then don’t let her remember.” When I saw her with Jake, in his bathroom, his eyes on her naked body, washing her, touching her, and comforting her, while she was exposed, while she experienced something we all had to experience before, and it wasn’t me to help her through that pain, it hurt me. But looking at her, painful eyes, it seems we are the only ones that know what she went through, and her memories have just shut her mind down, it’s something we have to hide from her, and she will never remember, the photo, the clothes she wore, are bolted and hiding within the library, where I worry she may find them, and bring back the memories she has somehow burnt from her mind. And we are just going to ignore it.

“You had no right to let her forget, take that away from her, it will come back, and it will crush her.” Jake slams the glass, and we watch it shatter on the table as he leaves in anger.

“Father.” I wait for his permission to bring him back.

“He would keep it from her, she means too much to him.” He mumbles…

I strolled up the steps towards the history of our kind and landed my eyes on our soon-to-be Queen, head on a book twice her size. I hold in the laughter that could take my head if she knew the rules of being royal-blooded. “I guess she was just too curious,” I gently lifted the book she was reading revealing the royal heritage. She has been down here for a couple of days now and her father blames me. I move the curls that cover her face, "Violet, Violet," I whisper, she lifts her elegant head from off a golden book lifting her curls with her, making me jump. As she replies with a sweet yes, she rubs her eyes and falls back to sleep again. ‘Should I leave her?’ Father would scold me if he knew I left her here.

I sigh, her head resting backwards on my wrist, I place my arm underneath her knees and pick her up, stopping and waiting for her eyes to close once more, her head rests on my chest and I walk her towards her room. Her grunts and moans escape her mouth as he rubs her head deeper into my chest. Opening her bedroom door, I place her slowly onto her soft silky bed, placing her shoes underneath and moving the covers over her.

Her moans become louder as if she keeps telling me to leave her in peace, I cannot help but always smile when I see her, she is nothing but perfect. I reach down to touch her face again, but I never get the chance. She moves her body facing away from me, forcing me to see her painful scars, she should have never gotten them. I dare I may cry for her, but anger takes over instead. I take my leave, and as I do, she mumbles again, her voice whispering and full of fear, “Please don’t leave me?” … “Please help me.” I do not think that she is talking to me.

I walk beside her bed to where she is facing, hoping to see her eyes open, but no she is dreaming. Her dreams now make me worry. Now that I know she is clairvoyant. I climb onto the other side slowly and gently to as not to wake her, as I do her whole body moves closer to mine as if we are magnetic, her hand rests on my chest and her heart beats slower.

My fingers glid against her smooth hair and watched her sleep so still, her eyes flicker, I watched as I moved the curl away from her sight, she didn’t seem surprised, she moved just a little, she laid so still, I went down, I didn’t want to hurt her, I never want that, she lent closer to me, her lips inches from mine, I don’t want to scare her, it’s the last thing I want, I place my lips on forehead, watch as her eye close and I leave. “Good night, Princess.”

...

I pick up a pancake and shove it as much as I can into my mouth, I try and suppress my feelings as much as possible, if it is possible, the feeling of loneliness as I woke up this morning, moving my hand over the bed as if Violetta was gone out of my life again, but I knew I left her before she woke. My anger was noticed by my brother, as I shove more into my mouth. “You should be on a diet,” my brother's words made me force more food down my throat.

“You should be at school.” My youngest brother slides onto a chair next to us and pours himself a drink.

“You didn’t know?” he grins as he drinks his juice.

“What?” throw it at me, brother.

“Mason doesn’t work at the school anymore, now that Princess isn’t there.” I’m waiting for an extra bit that he left out, there must be a little twist.

“So!” I couldn’t take the silence any longer.

“I am going back to the Academy.” Mason places more breakfast on the table waiting for the rest of the group to come along.

“Why?” Becoming more and more suspicious is horrible. I am waiting for him to spell it out for me.

“Because that is where our father is sending her, for now.”

“Who? Violetta?” no, she cannot go there it is unsafe, what is father thinking? “She will die there.”

“She will be safe there, that is why I am going too.” He is so proud, I chuckle.

“No, I will not allow her to go to the Academy.” I slam my cup down onto the table feeling cracks spread across my glass.

“Academy?” My brother stood by her words and bowed as she walked breathlessly in. I roll my eyes and sigh avoiding eye contact. “A school for werewolves?” Her voice lightens as she sits at the table and fills her plate. Masson stands and makes his way over towards her from the grill and places a steak onto her plate. Really brother?’ His eyes contacted mine as he winked.

“Yes, but not just werewolves, vampires, witches and much more, original academy for supernatural creatures.”

“Am I going?” She looks as if she is a child, preparing for Easter.

“Yes.” Mason gladly gives her the present.

“When?”

“You are not going.” I stand my ground as I watch both play in this imaginary future. Violet eyes hawk at mine. “One, you are half-breed, and two, you are royal. I cannot protect you there as much as I can in a human school, do you know what happens to the supernatural like you there?” Her heart pounds across the table, and her emotions mix with mine.

“One, you cannot tell me what to do, and two, I’m going, even if I have to go alone” Mason and Brylee eat and drink at our argument. And doesn’t say a word. No one else said a word, I had nothing else to say, she didn’t realize she wasn’t the only royal in this world. Moments felt like hours as finally silence was broken by my father as he walked through the garden door.

“Alpha Adrian.” Violet's eyes left mine and paid respects to my father, my father respected it back and pinned his eyes at me.

"You and I need to talk, Hunter," he says in his deep harsh voice.

"Yes father," Brylee chuckles as I leave the room with my father. I swear that boy, I am going too…

“Violetta is going to the Academy, even if you like it or not, do you understand? And you are going with her.” Fathers’ words push out my thoughts.

“But father,”

“No! It is an order” an order I cannot disobey. “She leaves in a couple of days, it is safer if you and your brothers go with her,” My eyes trail off to the outside world, and Jake stumbles outside of the forest as if he has been in a fight. “Are you listening to me, Hunter?”

“Father.” I turn my father towards Jake. We watch as Violet and my brother Mason run towards him, his head lifted from off the ground.

“Vampires.” He growls.