Arya
“So she’s finally back?”
“I guess so. The Lycan King says it’s her, and who are we to question him?”
“She does look like the girl in the pictures. . . .”
The voices of the two women talking pierce my consciousness. I can’t recognize the voices and I know I should be in a state of panic right now, but my body is too weak to respond. I relax and try to allow myself to fall back asleep, but then I remember the man who called me his daughter.
I lie there, trying to remember something beyond that. Where I was from, how I ended up here. But I got nothing. Blank. My mind is empty.
Panic floods my chest. I try to open my eyes, but they feel glued together. I want to sit up and move, but I can only feel the soft mattress under my body. I feel paralyzed. Helpless. I struggle to get out of this haze, but then I feel two pairs of hands on my shoulders.
I shudder awake, gasping for air and grasping my chest.
The first thing I see is white. All white. The walls, the sheets, the floor. . . .
Even the dresses of the women standing in front of me.
I flinch at the sight of them, backing away until I nearly hit my head on the headboard. So much pain is flowing through my body right now that I can’t see clearly, but there’s no mistaking the utter beauty that these women have.
Am I dead? Am I in heaven? Are these two women actually angels?
But why do I still feel so much pain?
“Who are you?” I demand, but my voice is so soft that the threat hardly matters. “Where am I?”
They both bow.
“I’m sorry, your Majesty,” the red-haired one says. “We didn’t mean to scare you.”
“Just please answer--wait, what?” I swallow hard. “Did you just call me your Majesty?”
She bows again. “Well, you are our princess. The Princess of the Lycaon Kingdom.”
I blink hard. I have a strong urge to clean my ears because I really have no idea if I heard her correctly. “Princess of what, now?”
The other girl steps up and prepares to explain, but then the door opens the strange man from the night before enters the room.
I can’t help it. I squeal and leap out of bed, ready to run if this man tries to do something weird, but he’s not alone. Holding his hand is a petite but regal-looking woman who is staring at me like she can’t believe her eyes.
I don’t know them at all. But why do they feel so familiar?
They both stand from a considerable distance away, like they don’t want to make me feel alarmed. That makes me relax enough to sit back on the bed.
But I won’t be able to really breathe easily unless I find out who they are. “Who are you? And what am I doing here?”
They exchange glances and say, “We are your parents.”
“I’m King Samuel,” the man says. “And this is my wife, your mother, Queen Helena.”
“I don’t know you.” I take a deep breath. “I don’t . . . I don’t know who I am.”
They glance at each other, then the woman says, “You are our daughter. You’re Arya.”
I want to scream and tell them that they’re lying, but I can’t deny the feeling of comfort and familiarity that came with the name they called me. Arya. It feels like me. It feels like a small thread stretching from me to the past I can no longer reach. On top of that, I can feel an inexplicable connection to them, even though I don’t know them.
Still, it’s a lot to take in. I can hardly breathe. I still have this nagging feeling that I should be somewhere else.
As though reading my mind, Queen Helena steps forward and offers a small smile. “I know this is a hard thing to grasp, and I don’t expect you to take it calmly. But we are not here to harm you. We’ve been looking for you since the day we lost you in the woods, when you were still a baby. Every night we scour the area to find you . . . and finally last night, we did.”
“So you mean to say that you lost me as a kid and I’m . . . what, old now?”
“Eighteen, to be exact.” Queen Helena smiles, but then sadness invades her features. “We lost you for eighteen years. But you are here now, and we will find out where you’ve been.”
“How do you know I’m not some random girl who just got lost?” I ask. “I don’t remember anything.”
King Samuel cracks a smile. I open my mouth to ask him what he finds funny, but he says, “My dear, we can never deny your scent. It’s distinct only to the royal family of Lycans.”
I frown. “Lycans?”
“Yes,” Queen Helena says. She seems eager to explain. “We are just like wolves, but of a higher order. More powerful. More formidable.”
For some reason, that makes something click in my mind. I remember that I’m a werewolf, but a weaker one. A really weak one. Colors swirl in my head and I almost conjure some memories, but they break off and form something else.
Then a face flashes in my mind, the face of a boy. It vanishes as soon as it comes, but it brings pain in my chest.
I stay silent, staring at my hands as I twist them around the covers. I can’t believe I ended up here. What will happen if they find out that I’m actually just a weak werewolf? Will they throw me out?
Because I feel like I have been thrown out before.
I start to cry, and the royal couple rush toward me. They both wrap me in their arms, saying comforting words that I can no longer hear.
I pull back away from them, not wishing to get attached only to be hurt again. “Can I please leave?”
“I’m sorry, but you can’t,” Queen Helena says. “This is your home now, Arya.”
King Samuel clears his throat. “I know you might have some mixed feelings. I know you don’t remember anything about your past, but we will help you recover your memories.”
Queen Helena takes my face with both of her hands and looks at me softly. “You are our daughter no matter what. We will find out what and who brought you back to us.”
AryaMy heart flutters are Queen Helena’s kind words and the softness in her eyes. Right then I’m starting to believe that this woman is indeed my true mother, but the reality turns me away once again.“But Queen Helena,” I begin, but she waves me off.“Call me mom,” she says.I swallow hard. I don’t think I have it in me to call her that just yet. “You have to know something.” I look up at the King too. “I remember that I’m a wolf. A weak wolf. That’s the only thing I can recall about myself, so that must mean that that has big significance to who I am. Therefore, I can’t be your daughter.”He smiles. “You don’t know what you’re capable of, Arya. But you will find out soon.”I try to be enthusiastic about that, but I only feel bad for them. They really have no clue. “You’re mistaken. I don’t have capabilities.”“Oh, dearest,” Queen Helena whispers, touching my face again. “You are not a weak werewolf. You see, we Lycans have different abilities. I can tell that your Lycan is just the
Levi“I will try to find Arya,” I tell Alpha Mathias. “No need to halt my coronation. I will find her.”This is exactly what I have feared, my father delaying passing on the title to me because of certain issues. That’s why I had to tell Arya what I knew. But it really seems that everything is just backfiring. By rejecting her, I condemned us both to a fate where we don’t get what we want.“You better get on to finding her, then,” he says sternly.I nod, and then I peek down the cliff. The currents are high, and the rush of the waters could be heard from above.Behind me, Arya’s brother Daniel says, “We should get down and see if her body . . . if she’s still there.”“Let’s go,” I say, but the mention of ‘her body’ sends chills down my spine. “This way.”With Daniel and our friend Theo, we scale the flatter side of the cliff to get to the shore of the river. The currents are almost deafening, and we find ourselves getting sprayed by the crash of the water.Still, we keep our eyes peel
AryaKing Samuel and Queen Helena look at each other as though they can’t quite believe what I just said, but I meant it. I want to train with them as soon as possible.“When can I start?” I ask eagerly. “Can I start tomorrow?”“Well, not yet.” King Samuel put his hand on my shoulder. “You need to heal first. I know you feel good now, but you need to be in peak condition when you fight with them.”He gestures at the warriors, who are still sparring with each other, but now with weapons. They’re moving so seamlessly and gracefully, but I can hear the weapons making strong impacts. Those elegant-looking moves are strong.I want so bad to be like them.I want to show everyone that I’m not some kind of weakling, like the people in my dreams tell me.But I look at the Queen and see her disapproving face. “Why don’t you come and meditate with me first?”* * *A few days pass, and things in the palace are going pretty well. I’m not allowed to roam on my own, and it’s because the King and Qu
AryaArthur. So that’s the name of this man.“Nice to meet you,” I mumble.I know I should say my name or something, but I really don’t feel like telling this man anything about myself. I don’t like the arrogant aura emanating from him, and that smirk looks like trouble.Although I must admit that he is extremely good-looking.Sculpted, chiseled face. Straight, angular nose with a little bump on the bridge. Deep-set blue eyes that seemed to be piercing right through me. Curved lips that looked like they were made so smirk . . . and do other things that I don’t want to name.“Pleasure to meet you,” he says, extending his hand for a shake.Reluctantly, I take his hand and shake it, but I quickly withdraw it when I feel him starting to trace circles around my skin.“Arthur here is the best warrior in our kingdom,” King Samuel begins to explain. “He’s the youngest leader of our troops, and he teaches everyone all kinds of combat skills.”Arthur smiles. “You flatter me, your Majesty.”The
AryaShock overcomes me. I gasp for breath as the pain starts to build around my shoulders. I try to buck Arthur off, but even the slightest movement is making my shoulder hurt even more.“Let me go!” I yell at him, trying to reach him with my foot but I can’t do it. “You’re hurting me! Let me go!”“You’re here to learn how to fight, not to beg for your life,” he whispers in my ear. “Now fight me.”For some reason, that makes my skin go all tingly again, and this time I’m pretty sure it’s not from being repulsed.With my shaking limbs, I try to elbow him hard, but then he just dodges me and pushes me harder against the wall.“Maybe this will be a good first lesson for you,” he tells me as he begins to ease his grip. “Always be vigilant. Always be mindful of what you’re opponent is doing. You got so distracted over making me leave that you didn’t even think of this happening. Now you’re stuck, and I can just as easily . . . end you. For good.”Damn it. It makes me hate myself to admit
Arya“You?” I stammer.Arthur shrugs. “Yes, me. Do we have any problem with that?”I do. That’s the truth. I have all sorts of issues with this arrangement, but what can I do? Complain to the King and Queen who are in a meeting right now? Would they even listen to me? Because it really seems that they like Arthur and they think he’s all that.I don’t answer. I just fold my arms over my chest as we stand face to face. For some reason, he doesn’t look teasing right now. There’s a certain tension in the air and I can see it in the way the muscles in his shoulders shift under his shirt.“Are you alright?” I ask.He brushes me off. “Let’s just go.”With that, some of the servants open the door for us and he leads me away, but then he stops when he sees a man standing beside a car in front of the palace.“Your Grace.” Arthur bows. “What are you doing here?”“Just making sure that you are doing what the King and Queen wants you to do.” The man looks at me and suddenly I’m struck with how muc
AryaI look into Arthur’s eyes and I’m struck by one thing. Genuine care.He looks like he means what he said, like he really will be there if something bad happens to me. That makes my throat loosen up, my heart returning to its normal rate slowly.“You mean that?” I ask in a vulnerable voice. “But I. . . .”“I mean it.” He lets me go and steps away from me to give me space. “Are you feeling better? Can you breathe?”“Yes,” I say, but my voice still sounds low. I look around me and realize that we are in some sort of a garden. There’s a group of tall white buildings looming beyond us. “Is that the academy?”“Yeah, but we don’t have to go there now,” he offers. “You still have so much time to discover all of that and you don’t need to do it now. We can just stay here and look around until you’re all good.”“Are you sure?”“Of course.” He smiles at me, and I feel something flutter in my chest. “I know this area too, though. And I can show you my favorite spot. Come with me.”I look at
AryaThe ride back home is quiet. At some point, I fall asleep as Arthur continues to drive. I woke up just in time to see that we were back in the palace and that the sky was starting to darken.“I’ll drop you off here,” he says. “Have a great evening, Miss Arya.”“Drop the Miss,” I tell him, flashing him a smile. “Have a great night, Arthur.”The sound of his name feels nice to say, and that makes him smile too. With a final little wave, he drives away and I watch him disappear before I run back to our quarters.The maidens tell me that the King and Queen are still occupied with the meeting, so I eat dinner alone and spend the rest of my night in my room, watching the stars from the window and eventually falling asleep.When I wake up, it’s already morning.And I surprise myself by feeling so ready and so energized to have another lesson with Arthur.I take a shower and get dressed in my usual workout clothes. I run down the stairs and head to the kitchens, where I see Queen Helena