The Lost Princess Of The Lycans Chapter 9: I want to Go

Sarahs POV

I was dreaming about Ray. When, all of a sudden, I'm standing in the woods again.

"Karina?" I asked.

"Here I am." She responds.

"I need to talk to you," I told her.

"Yes" she responds.

"When King Ray touched my cheek I felt tingling when he removed his hand. Why was that?" I asked.

" That's the mate bond. Whenever you are near him, or he touches you, you will feel the mate bond." She states.

"Oh" is all I can say.

Then she is gone. I woke up and no one was in the room with me. I'm glad that I'm alone. I have never been alone before. At the White River clan, I stayed in a house that had one floor and three rows of beds. There was no privacy. You could see girls that had just been beaten for whatever they did to deserve it. You could smell blood and someone was constantly crying. Then, on terrible days, you may wake up to someone who has died the night before. They wouldn't remove the dead sometimes for days. You were stuck smelling the rotting body. I was enjoying the silence when the door opened. It was Brittany, King Ray's sister.

"Good Morning Your Majesty" she bowed.

I wrote good morning on the dry-erase board she had brought me yesterday afternoon.

"I brought you some things" she stated.

She handed me a duffle bag . It's purple and has green straps. I'm hesitant to take it because I don't know what's in it. I pull the clothes out of the bag and the shirt is baby blue and shorts that have a zigzag design on the back pockets. Then I pull out a bra and underwear set, and they are lacy and baby blue. I love the color blue.

"Ray bought you these things last night". She states.

I keep pulling things out of the bag. There is some shampoo, actual shampoo and conditioner, a brush, a toothbrush, some deodorant and a bottle of perfume. There are razors as well, a lot of good that it does right now, considering my legs are in a cast. I never got to use shampoo while I was held prisoner. We use a bar of soap for our hair and body. We never got to shave our legs either. Occasionally, I would sneak a razor from someone's room to be able to shave my legs. I was running my hands over the items that I hadn't noticed when the doctor came back in.

" From your X-ray this morning we can take the wire from your jaw. It has healed the medicine we are giving you is flushing the silver from your system, and you're starting to heal like you should. " He stated.

" Is that alright." the doctor asked.

I nodded my head yes. I couldn't wait to be able to be able to move my jaw. I knew I wasn't going to be able to talk just yet. But to be able to move my jaw would be amazing. The doctor reaches for me and I flinch.

"Its ok" Brittany says.

" He just has to remove the wires from your jaw. It will hurt, but not bad. "

Even though he's just removing them, I still start crying because it does hurt, and my face has been badly damaged. Just as the doctor was finishing taking the wires out, Ray came in.

"What's wrong, beautiful?" He asked.

I wrote that it hurt a little bit when the doctor removed the wires.

"I know sweetheart". He said.

"I wanted to tell you that your brother will be here tomorrow sweetie. "

What I have a brother ? All these thoughts are running through my head. I knew my parents were dead.

I started crying again.

"Why are you crying? " Ray asked.

Because I'm happy I'll be meeting my brother, I wrote,

I want out of this hospital, I wrote.

I really was tired of this hospital. I couldn't get out of bed and there was barely any sunshine in the room. It was white, and the lights were bright, and the windows barely let the sunshine in. Also, how could anyone really rest in the hospital with nurses, doctors and lab people coming in and out of the room all hours of the night?

"I'll go talk to the doctor and see what he thinks". He responds.

Then he walked out of the room.

"If you get to break out of here today, we will go shopping", Brittany states.

I've never been shopping or to a store. Because of that fact, I wasn't allowed to. I would get to walk by them, so I knew there were such things, the masters had people to go do their shopping for them. I cooked, cleaned and did the pack laundry. Then, when I could, I would watch the warriors train and mimic their moves. He came back in.

"Alright sweetheart you got cleared to leave the hospital and come home," he stated.

Home that sounded nice, but what "home" would I go to the slave quarters, or an actual home? Was I really the lost princess and was Ray really my mate, a king of all things? This feels like a dream to me. It doesn't feel real. I'm really hoping that this isn't a new form of punishment. I really like Ray and his sister. Some of the girls would refer to the slave house as "home". Technically, it was home but full of pain, death, and suffering. I never thought of it as home. It was just somewhere to stay dry. It was a cold and dark place.

During the winter we were hardly ever allowed to light a fire. The wood cost money. Even though we were the ones that chopped and gathered it. I always wondered how it cost money. I don't even want to know their logic. They didn't pay us. We only got table scraps and that was if we were lucky.