Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Lycan King's Rejected Daughter: Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 120

KEENA "Absolutely not," I scream. "I am not leaving, I refuse to run." "Don't think of it as running," my mother tries her best to reason with me. "Think of it as protecting the rest of Lycan City from another rogue attack." "So I am just supposed to run to the Red River Pack and put them in danger?" I scoff. "They are far less equipped to deal with these kinds of attacks. There has to be a better solution." My mother draws her bottom lip in between her teeth and I can see that she is deep in thought. She knows as well as I do that sending Ward and me to another pack is not the answer. "She's right," my mother finally says. "Sending them both to another pack would only serve to put that pack in danger. You would have to live among the humans." My eyes widen in shock. "Are you suggesting that I turn rogue?" My voice becomes high pitched and nervous. "Keena, You are a human," my father finally butts in. "The only one that would be at risk from going rogue woul

KEENA We have been on the run for about two weeks. Skipping from hotel to hotel every couple of days. At the end of each hotel stay I use the phone in the room to check in with my parents. They assure me that they are getting closer to finding the High Priestess and her coven and I will be able to return home soon. Not being within the pack is starting to take its toll on Ward. He is on edge and I know it is because his lycan is itching to go for a run. Now that my lycan is awake again I am beginning to feel the same way. My lycan has been cooped up in the recesses of my mind for so long that she is dying to be set free once again. I spend the majority of the quiet hours during our drive arguing with my lycan about how I am unable to let her free. Over the past weeks my magical powers are slowly becoming stronger. I cannot tell just how strong I am becoming because I have been unable to test my powers. But I can feel the familiar surge of power beneath my fingertips, beg

WARD The pentagram that is glowing red around me begins to crack as an ear piercing scream fills the air. I cup my hands over my ears trying to drown out the sound. The sound of glass shattering catches my attention and I see the windows that surround the circular room breaking under the pressure of the scream. Shielding my eyes from the glass that is flying through the room, I try to look for the origin of the scream. Off to my right I can see Keena standing on the edge of the pentagram with her eyes widened in shock. The shards of glass are suspended in the air as Keena tries to figure out how to control the magic that she created. By the look on Keena's face I can tell that she is panicked and that she needs my help. I no longer feel the strength of the power of the witches holding back my lycan, so I shift seamlessly to help my mate. "I can't control the magic," Keena cries out as if she is in pain. Dropping to her knees, she looks exhausted from the amount of power

Ward The sun shines through the window too early in the morning. I feel like I haven't slept well in months. My eyes squint against the bright light that is shining through the window. Looking to my left I see that Keena is still sleeping peacefully beside me. She hadn't moved an inch all night, but the rise and fall of her chest lets me know that she is still alive. I wipe a piece of her hair out of her face and I notice that there is a thin sheen of sweat on her forehead. Her eyebrows are knitted together like she is in pain. Pink blush covers her cheeks and her pump red lips are pursed together in a pout. There is something wrong. Laying the back of my hand on her forehead it feels like she is burning up. Panic rises in my chest. She is running a fever. Quickly, I get out of the bed and rush to the bathroom to grab a cool washcloth. I gently place the washcloth on her forehead and her forehead immediately relaxes. I open my mind link to alert the King that his dau

WARD I have been laying beside Keena for three days. Only getting up to use the bathroom. I haven't even taken the time to shower. The King and the Queen keep trying to convince me that she will wake up soon and I need to be well rested when she does wake, but I don't want to leave her side. I remember what it felt like to wake up with her by my side and I don't want her to go through that. "Princess... Keena... I don't know if you can hear me or not, but I want you to know that I love you. I thought your plan was perfection and I am sorry that it didn't work the way that you wanted it to. Please come back to me." I gently shake her shoulders but she still doesn't move. I hear someone at the door of Keena's room and I turn around to see Kayla standing with her arms crossed over her chest. "It stinks in here," she says as she walks into the bedroom. She leans in and takes a whiff of my hair. "It is you. You are stinking up the joint." "Shut up, Kayla," I grumble at