My Royal Wolf Blood

My Royal Highness

Opening my eyes, I look around my surroundings, the familiar smell sits just under my nose, and the coldness of the sheets underneath me cools down my burning shaken body. My eyes flutter, the redness around them blends in with my swollen face. “Again!” … “Yes, father.” … “Again!” … “Yes Alpha!” … “Will you show us now, Violetta?!” … I tremble at the touch of someone behind me. “Please…”

“Shh, it’s okay.” He spoke.

“James.” I tried to push my body weight with my hands, from off my side, but it felt as if my skin was crawling. “Why can’t I move?” … “James?” …

“I have her! Kill the rest! No one survives!”

“James!” I scream…

“Violet.” He came around the corner, his body was a blur.

“James? What happened to me?”

“I’m not James.” …

“Luka…” He shook his head. “Hunter?” The air inside me left, and my heart felt as if it could explode, how could I be so stupid? “I can’t move,” I scream. “I can’t move.”

“It’s okay, Gemma! Violetta, it’s okay”

“Stay away from me!” … “Where is James? Did you hurt him?” … “Warlock.” I whisper. “Did you kill anyone? James? Warlock? The warlock that was there. Is he here?”

“Gemma!!” A young ginger-haired girl comes running in and forces my hand down.

“No! No!” I scream as another needle invades deep within my arm…

It’s been hard to even open my eyes. To be honest I don’t want to open my eyes. ``Close your eyes’ he mouths… “What was that!” … “Hold her!” … “She is too strong!” … The door opens, and the light beams through, is it him again? If it is, I don’t want to talk to him. To anyone for all that matters. She comes around the corner, the lady I have been seeing for a while. “What do you want?” I mutter. “To stick another needle in me. How many has that been now?” I sneer.

“Actually, ma’am I'm here to help you downstairs.” Her strong British voice feels unreal.

“Ma’am?” Always sounds strange when she calls me that. “Downstairs, why?” Her fragile body walks towards me.

“May I?” She smiles, and I turn slightly, the pain is unbearable. My back is exposed, the towel soaked into a bowl of boiling water, and the water rested on my open wounds, I wince in pain, but the pain seems to be a normal morning routine, I don’t know how long I have been out, what day it is? What month? I feel like I have been gone for a lifetime. I don’t know how long I have been out for. She patted my back dry; I still hadn’t seen myself. I felt so dirty, so horrendous, I sat up with her help, of course, holding the sheets to my bare skin. “I want to see.”

“Ma’am. I don’t think that is a good idea.”

“Please. Help me.” She finally gives in, she grabs my hands, this is not the first time I tried to walk with her, and it has been the loneliest time of my life. We staggered to the bathroom, I stood there, for a moment I didn’t look, but for a moment I was scared. She left me; I don’t want her here. The sheets stick to me, protecting me from the mirror. I finally let go, the sheet fell to the floor, and my eyes sting with redness as if trying to force my tears out, but they are all dry. The cuts and bruises feel normal right now. I felt lighter than my normal brown, my hair split, and my face finally felt less swollen, less numb. But I struggle to turn, I struggle to see why I am in so much torment, my lips are taking the blame, biting them to the point I want to scream.

I turn. ‘Close your eyes'' he mouths… He didn’t want me to see the pain. I turn my head to the side, it’s a blur for a moment, but then it appears I cannot look anymore, four short claw marks trail down my shoulder, but that isn’t something that bothers me, I look again. “Oh God!!” The screams and cries punish me to fall to my ripped knees. Patches of torcher, marks, and marks of it, that bleed through the healing, I curl up, I cry, I scream, and as I do, the small girl comes running back in, grabbing whatever she can and wrapping it around me, then soon straight after he comes in. “No, not him,” I demand the whipping marks of the chain he used to smother me and bring out this pandora they speak of…

“Werewolf marks never disappear, ma’am,” James said the same thing.

“I know, Gemma I know,” I mumble.

“Are you hungry?” I shook my head.

“I don’t have an appetite.” She looks at me as if I am broken, “How are they?” I sat there as she took the herbs off my wounds, just like Warlock did. It's been a few days now, I believe.

“Healing, you know the marks are only five inches, you can barely see them, ma’am.” For some reason I hope James put them there, and not that vile man, the devil-like creature he calls father.

“This is from the Alpha, you didn’t come last time, but he wanted you to wear these.” I walk over to the boxes, and I open the small one, a small white diamond attached to a shiny silver necklace, the small, engraved details on the rock, tell me a story, but the words are foreign to me. The second box surprised me, at first the thought of it didn’t pop into my head, but I did recognize it from somewhere.

As I walk over towards the mirror, I part my curls which seem to be starting to get their bounce back and colour, I place the large diadem that fits around my hair pushing the curls down a little, it's braided with white diamonds, they are kinda like Emma’s but hers are full of flowers, linking to the one small one that hangs just over my wavy fringe, a blood diamond just at the tip of the headpiece. “He must be crazy if he thinks I'm wearing this, I look like a child going to a fancy-dress party.” Gemma laughs.

“He also got you this.” In her hands is another thin large box, I open it, and I pull out a silky lacy white dress. I looked at her as if she was serious. She didn’t say anything, she just waited for me to try it on. The dress fitted me well, Gemma zipped the back, and I walked back over towards the mirror. The dress laced at the bottom covered my scared knees. It glides up my legs, tightens around my hips, and up to my chest where the lace softens off my shoulders. Gemma places the necklace back around me and places the headpiece back on. “There.” She mumbles, grinning at me in the mirror. “And these.” I scoffed, but she was serious. White heels with red soles.

“Is he marrying me off?” But again, she just giggled, I took another glance at the mirror, the lace sops past my elbows covering my bruises. My fingers glide over the top of the dress that sticks underneath my shoulder showing my bare skin. Gemma must have realized why when she brought in a mirror.

“The back is double laced, the scars look nothing more than lacy, ma’am.” I was silent for words as she left me once again, I don’t know why, but it seems I don’t even recognize myself anymore. “Makeup.” She pulps.

“No.” I squawk.

“Why?” She moans. “Just a little.” She pouts, and I can’t help but give in. She is so young, so full of life. So Innocent, I watch as she glides the gloss over my cracked lips, she trembles while she puts the blush on my pale cheeks and the highlights around my dim eyes. “Is something wrong?”

“No, why, ma’am?” I don’t wear makeup, ever.

“You never tremble. Putting a needle in my arm never makes you tremble, but applying makeup does?”

“I'm excited.” She giggles. But I scoff, I always scoff. She is wearing white too, so I guess I won’t be left out.

“Can you please tell me everything along the way? We hardly talked.”

“Of course.” She jumps. “Just this way.” …

The long-stained windows touch the wooden ceiling and down to the tile floors, the fireplace beams brightness into the large room, and the very noticeable hand painting of a family of five hung just above the fireplace. The furniture sits on either side of each other and a glass table sitting just on top of a very expensive rug separates them. And just above a beautiful chandelier hanging in the middle of the ceiling.

Even though everything is right at this moment, I want to cry, this moment out of the past week or two, right now, this second, I want to cry, again, I'm so sick of crying! The emotions may have just hit me. This place is so silent, not a sound, I don’t know if the deep breath I just took was for relief, or because I feel as if something else is about to happen. My hands squeeze tight on the edge, the whiter they go the more I squeeze. The lump in my throat begins to tighten. The silence is now broken by my small cry, I move my body away from the rails forcing my head to face down.

“Ma’am?” the small voice startles me. And again, Gemma finally came back, she was the only person I had seen since I got here, maybe an apocalypse happened while I was down, maybe everyone realized they needed a new life, or maybe I had been forgotten. No one else but me and Gemma. I brush away the tears that escaped my eyes. Her pitiful eyes may have scraped me a little, I don’t deserve it. “Violetta?”

“Yes,” I spoke above my crackled voice.

“Would you like to go back?”

“No, it’s okay.” Yes, I do, I do. She helped me, walking down the stairs, holding me the whole way. As soon as I got on the last step, the glass windows were no longer dark, a huge bright orange flame appeared, and so did a dozen or more people, talking, walking, wolves among them. “Are they…”

“All werewolves, ma’am.” I didn’t know what to say. But walking over towards them, something is wrong. This is something I have always wanted, ever since I have been a wolf, but I stand here, inside the house, one step from meeting a new world, “I can’t.” I whisper.

“What do you mean?”

“I can’t go out there.”

“Ma’am.” I begin to panic.

“Why am I dressed like this, look at everyone else. A white noise distracts me, and my vision soon blurs.

“Take a deep breath.” I try, I do try. “Good.” … “Once you are out there, it will be fine.” I let go of my chest, as the pain started to fade. The door had un-trapped all the noise and forced its way onto me, my heel tapped on the outside pavement, and steps led its way down to the open garden that led to a forest for miles. Among the people, the scent and the feeling stood out. My feet stumble forward, my fingers shake with my lips, my breathing triples, and my feet step once again, they are everywhere, I step back hoping she is there, feeling her comfort, but she is gone.

“It’s okay.” Her voice travels from across from the table. ‘What am I supposed to do? Why did she just leave me here? Alone!’ My eyes trailed back to the person, his jet-black hair streaked with brown turned, his masculine face stood out above the rest, and his oak eyes darted towards me, if I were not in so much shock, I would walk to him, stab him, knock him out, murder him, but I could hardly move, let alone slap him. While I started to walk down the steps, a hand intertwined with mine, I winced, and I inhaled a scent that made me cry once again, I have been crying a lot lately. “Jake?” I whimper.

“Yes.”

“I wish I could hug you,” I whisper. “Where have you been? I was scared!”

“I wish I could hug you too.” He squeezes tight. I went back, this was my hug, and I didn’t want to let go. Soon everyone had fallen silent, except one guy. “I have always been with you,” Jake whispers as he stops me.

“My dear Violetta,” He starts to walk towards me, and that guy follows too. “You seem better.” He spoke, he was familiar, and standing next to him, it seemed as if they were too similar. But before I could speak the guy fell to his knees. “Are you okay?” I gasp about to run to his aid, but as soon as I take a step Jake slaps my hand still. Just seconds after everyone fell, Jake's fingers left mine. I tried to reach for him to come back, but he stood next to the one and fell too. My eyes move to the last person standing. He didn’t smile like he used to, he didn’t speak as much as he used to, and he just watched me, he wanted to talk, but he couldn’t. His eyes left mine as if he felt punished, but he dropped to the floor like everyone else. The older guy's eyes met mine, his head still down, his lips parted and he spoke.

“My Royal Highness.”

“My… What?”