Her Royal Right

Where Are We?

I was running, and the next thing I knew, I was falling on the ground in wolf form with a loud thud. But I also heard a grunt with a thud. I look over and see a black wolf with my tail in his mouth. I growl at him, not quite knowing who it is. When he looks at me, I try to mind link him. “Bryce, is that you?” 

“Ouch, what happened?” he replied. I shifted back to my human form, and he did the same as I dressed him. 

“Thanks, chick-a-dee. What happened, where are we? Why did you run away?” he asked me.

“Are you going to make me go back?” I asked him, unsure if I could even trust him not to make me go back. He looked at me and laughed.

“No, you are the leader here; you are my Queen. I will never do that to you.” Bryce said. I stood there in shock, with my mouth gaping open, and my finger pointed at him.

“You know?” I ask him. 

“Yeah, I have known since you were 12. My wolf Thomas told me that you are the future queen, and we need to protect you and be what you need us to be, and as you were growing up, it was a friend and confidant that your brother and guardians couldn’t be for you at that time.” Bryce told me. I walked up to him and hugged him with all the love and admiration for him that I do have for him. He pulled me back and looked at me. “I really need to know why,” he tells me.

“I found my mate, and all I could see was my brothers telling me to mate him, to take us back to Russia and to rule. They never asked what I wanted. They only wanted to go back. It was too much pressure, and I couldn’t breathe.” I tell Bryce.

“Is that so bad to go back home?” He asked me. I looked at him.

“But I am at home. I do not remember ever living in Russia. I do not remember life before coming here. So why would I want to go to Russia?” I ask him. He looks at me confused, and then the light in his eyes shines as he understands what I mean.

“I never really thought about that. The Royals have always lived in Russia. But you are right, how can you call that home when you have never really lived there. America is your home. Are you terrified of your mate?” He asked me. It felt great to be understood; I wish my brothers would have understood. 

“No, I am not scared of him per se, but of what he means. I am not ready to be a mate. I do not even know how to interact with normal people, let alone with the opposite s*x. I am not even allowed to look at anyone other than my brothers and guardians. They yell at me when I look and talk to you or Jr. You saw how Elijah behaved when you gave me my birthday present.” I tell him. Bryce nods his head. 

“Well, what do you want to do since now we are rogues?’’ Bryce asked.

“I do not know. I can still hear my brothers, who are mad at me, telling me to come back. I do not want to; I am not ready.” I tell him, starting a panic, and I look at him with fear and tears in my eyes. He looks at me and gives me another hug. “Then let us run, live free, and when you are ready to go back, we will. How does that sound?” Bryce asks me. I look at him and think about it. I look around and tell him, “Okay. Let's see what is around, and maybe we can get shelter and food for the night. I do not know where we are or how we got here.”  

Bryce explains to me, “I have no idea; my wolf said it was magic.” 

“Okay, that makes sense. Let’s see if we can figure out where we are,” I tell Bryce. We start to look around and see that we are in a forest still, but it is strangely silent. There is no sound, no birds or nature sounds to be heard. I mind linked Bryce. “Why is there no noise? Nature is not silent.” 

“I think I may know where we are at. There are only a few places like this in the United States, and they are the wolf penitentiary or the juvenile wolf penitentiaries.”  He links me. “What is that?” I ask him. “Think of Jail for wolves, both young and old.” His mind links me. “What one do you think we are near?” I asked him. From the smell, I think Juvenile, lots of young wolves around,” he tells me. “Will we be in trouble for being here?” I asked him. He laughed in my head. “Chick-a-dee you the Queen, who are they to stop you? Do I suggest going into it? No, but if you want to see what it is like so you know what is going on in your kingdom, we will go.” 

“Okay, I want to see what they are about. How can I see inside?” I ask him. “Well, let us find the door, and you use your Queen Alpha voice, and they will submit. You can do this.” Bryce tells me as we are walking. We walk for about thirty minutes until we see this big grey building. It smelled like death and bodily fluids mixed with skunk. It just stuck. We saw that there was not an outside area for the incarcerated to be outside. We found the door and were greeted by a vicious growl, “What are you doing here?” said the guard. “This is Lillian Blue; She is here to see your facilities as part of getting to know her kingdom,” Bryce said. As I observed, the guard looked at me and laughed at me, and said, “She is no one; I am not letting you or her in. Get lost.”  Bryce looked calm and stated, “She is your Queen, and you will allow her to see inside!”  Now the guard was getting angry and yelled in Bryce’s face, “THAT LITTLE b***h IS NO QUEEN OF MINE, THERE IS NO ROYAL WOLF'S BOY. NOW LEAVE.” I can see that Bryce is upset, and I place my hand on his arm, and he looks at me as I push him to the side. I calmly look at the Guard and see that he is a good man and is just doing his job. I can also see that he is tired and was recently in a fight. He was still bleeding from wounds, and his clothes were torn and bloodstained.  So I do what I know I can do, and that is to walk up to him and heal his wounds and fix him up. He is confused by why I am walking up to him, and I place my hand on his wrist, and he goes to pull back, and I mind linked him, “Do not pull away, I will not hurt you.” He is in shock and looks at me then at Bryce. I look at him and let the light and magic flow from me to him in search of healing the wounds and refreshing him. When I am done, I look up to him and see that he is still in shock, but is healed, no longer tired, and cleaned off the blood and dirt his clothes are also minded. I let go of his arm and told him, “I would like to speak with the person in charge of this facility.”  The guard just stared at me in shock. He shook his head and said, “Yeah, give me a minute,” as he minds linked the Alpha in charge. “How did you do that? I am fine; I was just in a fight before you all showed up,” he asked.  “I am who Bryce said I am; I can heal and help my people,” I tell him. He suddenly stands up straight and looks forward as this tall, burly man walks up with midnight black hair and aqua blue eyes. “What is this, Andrew? Why did you say I need to let this woman and man in.” the man in charge says.  “Well, sir, she just healed me look,” Andrew told the Blue-eyed man. He looked over Andrew to see that not only was his body healed and cleaned as well as his clothes that had been ripped and torn were clean and repaired. He was shocked. He looked at us. “I am Mikhail Alpha of this institution. Who are you two?” Mikhail asked us. “My name is Lillian Blue, and this is Bryce Phillips from the Blue Moon Pack. I want to see what this place is and what it’s purpose is to our community.” I tell Mikhail. He stares at me, and I look back at him and see into him. I can see he is tired of this position and does not like what he had to do. I see that he is a proud and honorable man, but he does not believe me. “What can I do to make you believe what we are saying is true?” I ask him. He looks shocked and states, “How do you know that I do not believe you? You are not part of my pack nor this institution.” 

“Well, I am a Royal Alpha wolf; I can mindlink all wolves at once if need be. I can read any wolf's mind at will and communicate with them. I can also heal and restore my people. So what can I do to make you believe me?” I ask him. 

“There are no Royal wolves anymore; they died out thousands of years ago,” Mikhail tells me. I am shocked by this.

“No, the Queen and King were only murdered sixteen years ago; my brothers and two guardians and myself we brought here to America so we would not be killed. So three members, at least we're not killed. Where did you get this information?” I asked Mikhail. He looked at me. “You look nothing like the Royal family; I was in Russia when the Royal Family died. They are all dead.” Mikhail said. 

“So you know it was only sixteen years, not a thousand years ago. How many bodies were found?” I asked him.

“There were three bodies the Queen, King, and the Prince were found,” Mikhail said, looking at me. “Well, the Royal family had six-member. The Queen had two sets of twins. I do not know why my twin did not come with us. My mother and father were dead because they sent my two older brothers and me with the two head Guardians here.” I tell him. He is just looking at me like he was trying to place me. “I was two when it happened,” I tell him. I start looking at his memories, and I see my mother and father, as well as my two older brothers. I see images of my mother being pregnant with who I assume is my twin and me. I do not remember him. But he has no memories of us. I am looking, and I see the moment he came into my mother's quarters with the room in the rubble. My father is holding my twin, who is little like I was, and my mother next to them. I feel the sadness of their loss; I see all the blood from my parents giving their blood to save us. I watch him as he runs over to my parents and tries to revive them. He picks up my brother, and he is still breathing, slightly but is still alive. He looks at my mother, and he goes to her and sees that she is dead, and he starts to cry. But he never felt the tear of the queen’s death; I do not know why this is. So I do what I always do when I do not understand. I mindlink Elijah the visions I am seeing. I also ask him, “I do not understand why he did not feel the tear of her death like you said it would. I do not understand. Can you please explain this to me?” I feel the relief from him that I have contacted him. “Where are you? Who are you with?” Elijah asked me. “Can you please answer the questions? His name is Mikhail; he was in the palace when my mother and father died. There was no tear of the queen's death. Why?” I ask him. I can feel he is hesitant to answer me, but he replies, “ Your mother had transferred the title and crown to you before she died, so none of us felt the loss of her death. Now, where are you so we can bring you home to your mate and us.” 

“You guys never listened to me; you only want what you want and never considered that I would have my own feelings and thoughts. I am not ready for all of this. Please understand. I will come back; this is not forever. Just trust me and let me be me.” I plead with him. 

“You have responsibilities and obligations to your family and the kingdom. You can not play these games…” Elijah was saying. I cut him off and stated, “You do not have the right to tell me what I can and can not do anymore. You are supposed to guide me and help me, not dictate to me.” I then cut the link off from him. “Mikhail, why do you think you never felt the death of the queen?” I asked him. He stood there looking at me, and slowly, he widened his eyes and dropped to one knee. “My Queen!” He states, and the others that have gathered around began to kneel.