Chapter 30
“Dangerous?” [repeat his word back to him. “Why would it be dangerous?”
“Not here Celia,”
“he wams
warns, and definitely not now.”
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Healer Anderson begins to pull away from me but I chase after him and into the hospital hallway. Thankfully, most of the employees have gone home and it is just the nightly nurses here since my grandinother’s ward doesn’t need extra care or attention.
“Please! Healer Anderson! I don’t know what you are talking about!” My whisper is just below my regular voice. He turns around and sighs, gesturing his head towards his office just a few hallways over.
I quickly follow him and step inside when he opens up the door. He closes it and places his clipboard on his desk. He turns to face me, hands on his hips, and sighs.
“The Lycan royal succession is one filled with competition and turmoil, Celia,” Healer Anderson begins.
He gestures to the chair behind me and I sit, watching as he takes the chair next to me. He hesitates to say his next few words, lips twitching. I remain quiet, not wanting to interrupt him or make any false assumptions despite my mind running a mile a minute after his revelation
“It’s a brutal life to live…as the missing Lycan princess, you will immediately be in a constant state of danger. Other Lycan nobles will come for you and the title that you will eventually come to hold ”
“Wait what?” My words are as incoherent as my mind is.
Me? The missing Lycan princess? That’s not possible! My parents weren’t rich while I was growing up! My mother was a great and notable Healer, yes, but a Lycan noble would never marry a human!
This possibility can explain some of the reasons as to why my parents could be so shady at times. Could it be the reason that they had to leave so suddenly during a snowstorm? They never would have left if it was not an emergency could it have been because of the Lycans?
Was my mother not a full human this whole time? Or is my father the one who holds Lycan heritage?
My head begins to ache. I pinch the bridge of my nose before fully burying my face into my hands, unable to handle the bright lights of Healer Anderson’s office.
“Celia,” Healer Anderson places a hand on my knee.
It’s a reassuring touch that brings me back to reality after being in my head for too long. I
long. I look
kup at him and sigh, a frown taking over my face. “Could this be why my parents and grandma never told me about it?” I ask, thy voice just over a whisper.
“That is a possibility, yes,” Healer Anderson confirms. “If you return and give out this information to people, Bianca and her faction will attack you. It would only be a matter of time before it happens and you know that.”
I nod and close my eyes again. I lean forward and bury my face in my hands, rubbing my temple to try and soothe the headache that forms.
My inner woll barks and howls, begging to be let out so she can be free and play with her newfound life. I try my best to suppress her, not wanting her to be fully released and to make things worse.
“What can I do?” My question is rhetorical but I feel like Healer Anderson can have an answer for me. “Do I just remain in hiding? Do I keep my identity a secret?”
I look up from my hands. Healer Anderson’s lips move into a
a thin line. With a slow nod of his head, my fate is sealed.
I relax into the chair as questions flood my mind, leaving me no peace,
Soren
watch from my seat as Bianca orders employees around. Our engagement party is set to begin in a few days time, leaving me no time for thyself. I am in the middle of a particularly nasty headache, sunglasses on my face to shield my eyes from the light.
