The Lost Princess Of The Lycans Chapter 132: Astro Projecting

Sarahs POV

I continued to hear the war raging outside. I was standing in the middle of the secret room and controlling the weather outside. I heard more growling and screams. I assumed that the screams were coming from the witches being burned alive. I was still controlling the weather from the inside. I focused on the witches and hoped that it was hindering them and not helping them.

No bright light or anything was showing. This room was sealed. I was not emitting any light source that I knew of. The pups were quiet, and the nannies were in wolf form guarding them, as was part of their job. I wish I could see outside to see what was happening and help get Zorro. I really disliked that man because he was obsessed with trying to drain the blood out of me. I think that would deter anyone from liking him.

I closed my eyes, and I could see outside. I quickly opened them, and I was in the secret room. What was that? What happened? Why are my powers growing? Is this what happens when you are near other magical beings? I then again closed my eyes, and I could see everything outside the secret room. Ray had a witch on the ground, and his teeth were in her throat. She was a goner.

I could see the dragons on the mountain slopes behind the town. They were all in dragon form and were setting witches on fire with their fire. Several injured lycans were being carried off the field by medics, and I could see the force fields around them. I then saw Donald using his powers. He had put a spell that made the entrance from the outside look like just a wall.

I wanted to ask him how I was able to do this, but he was in the middle of a war, and I was not going to ask him right now. I could not physically get out of this room anyway. The doors were barred from the outside, and I'm sure there were guards by the doors, although I could not see them. I could see blood and bodies all over the ground. I then saw Zorro. He was on a hill watching and directing the witches.

You would think that he is strong enough to get into the middle of the battle. He is such a coward. I then focused everything on him. Then, there is a blinding white light. It knocks him down and out. Nash and Brittany on him in a matter of minutes. Then Donald has him and casts a spell on him. This spell is potent because it sent me back to my body.

I collapsed on the floor. I have no more energy, and I can't move. It was like a thousand pounds of weight was holding me down. What is going on now? I saw dots in front of my eyes, and everything went black. I could feel someone shaking me.

" Your majesty, please be OK." I heard a soft woman's voice.

" Your majesty." I heard the voice again.

I slowly opened my eyes, and I was still in the room. One of the nannies transformed back into her human form and stood over me with a wet rag in her hand. She was wearing a robe. I did not notice that there were clothes in there. I was lying in bed. The blankets were pulled up to my chin, and she was very concerned.

"I'm OK," I stated.

I was just worn out, and whatever spell was cast drained me. I do not know if it was a spell or my power and the last attack I made. I wanted to tell Ray immediately what had happened. Also, I learned about my powers and that I was the one who took Zorro to the ground. What happened to him? Did I kill him or just injure him? All these questions and no answers yet. I knew it would be some time before Ray came to me and opened the door to the secret room.

We would stay in this room for at least the rest of the day until Ray was sure it was safe to take us. There was water and canned food in here, as well as a fire pit that we could cook something on. This room was not equipped with much, but it was stocked with just enough to get by. I'm sure Brittany and Caleb had instructions that if something happened to Ray, they would make sure we were protected and taken care of.

Ray was not a lazy man. He thought about everything. I knew he was alive because I could feel it. I did not know if he was injured or taken hostage. I was too weak to try an Astro project again. I could feel myself starting to get sleepy again. My whole body was heavy, and I could not keep my eyes open any longer. I fell into a deep sleep.

The next thing I remember is hearing Ray's voice. Am I dreaming, or is he here with me? I then felt his hand on mine and woke up with a start. I was back in the house, and Ray was holding my hand, and he had tears in his eyes. I jumped out of bed and landed on his lap. I started kissing him and would not stop. When I looked into his eyes, I could tell he was surprised and happy. He then gently laid me down in bed.

"Women, if you do not quit giving me heart attacks, I will never make it to old age," he stated with a smile on his face.

" We have a lot to talk about," he stated.

I returned his smile. I was happy that he was OK. He only had minor cuts and probably a few bruises. I could hear the nannies in the nursery with the pups. They were tending to them. I tried to get back up, and Ray stopped me.

" What the hell do you think you are doing? " He asked in a stern tone.

" Going to take care of my pups," I stated.

" Like hell, you are the nanny who can care for them," he stated.

I could tell he was concerned that he never used cuss words when he spoke to me. He usually only used them with warriors and enemies. I was not happy about his tone. But right now was not the time to discuss his tone or anything else. I gently touched his shoulder, and he grabbed my hand and held it in place.

" Princess, you need to quit hurting yourself," he stated.

What did he mean hurt myself? I did not hurt myself; I helped them when they were fighting. I was safe, not really in danger.

" What do you mean," I asked.

" I know what you did. You used your powers to help," he stated.

" I appreciate it, but your last attack drained you," he stated.

" Donald had to cast a spell to stop your attack. You killed half the witches and took down Zorro," he stated.

So Donald used his powers to stop me. I focused all my anger, fear, and emotions on that attack. It must have been a powerful attack if Donald had to counter it.