It was tall that its height was close to her waist and she was not a short girl.
She felt no hostility from the wolf and in her subconscious mind, she told herself that he was not going to harm her and she should go with him.
She looked down at the wolf and she suddenly followed him as he tugged her out of the large circle until they were now taking a part through the forest away from the heap of carcasses.
"Princess Aurora, you need to wake now," she heard a voice call out to her admist the darkness that lay ahead of her and the wolf.
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Helen kept crying when her master's eyes did not open.
The sorcerer standing beside the bed was casting all sort of strange spells to bring her master back.
Her eyes were fixed on her master's body as she watched for the slightest movement she could detect almost not blinking at all.
Finally, she noticed a movement after an hour passed. Her master's eyelids twitched very slightly.
She moved closer to the bed even when the witch told her not to before she began casting spells.
"Princess, it's me," she called out as she reached to touch her master's hand but she was stopped by a hand on wrist.
"You were asked not to come close," the Duke said in a low threatening whisper.
Helen froze on that spot but had her eyes fixed on her master.
Her master steered again and she wriggled her hands off his grip and took a step back giving because her master was waking up.
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Waking up to see her teacher hovering over her was not a good sight to be woken up to for Aurora.
She wished she had the strength to shoo her off but her bones felt reluctant to listen to her orders to even lift up even a finger.
"You are awake," she head Helen's voice.
She could not help but feel an amount of warmth in her chest knowing that her maid was safe and not taken away by the Werewolves.
She closed her eyes tiredly and tried to move her hand to lift her body from the bed but she could not move at all.
She tried not to panic and she took slow deep breaths but she still couldn't move.
She felt discomfort all over. She felt pain and distress but she tried to remain calm and not freak out.
"Could you two excuse me?" her teacher asked as she glanced from Helen to the Duke and back to Helen.
"What are you trying to do to her?" the Duke asked walking to her with so much superiority and threat in his eyes.
"You need to relax. I need wake her up fully but I won't be able to do that in the presence of two beating hearts," her teacher said meeting his gaze fearlessly.
"I am giving you five minutes," the Duke informed her before he dragged Helen out with him when she refused to leave.
Aurora on the bed did not like the feeling of any of these.
Why did her teacher ask them to leave because she did not believe the reason she gave her fiancé and her maid?
"Why did you mess things up? You were to kill him at midnight?" her teacher asked in a helpless whisper.
". . ."
"Do you know what will happen to us when the Alpha fully recovers? People will die including you and I."
" . . ."
The emptiness she felt when she stabbed him still hovered thickly in her heart.
It was almost clouding her mind. She was angry with herself among the crazy strong emotions that boiled within her.
"You failed your kingdom, your uncle and your family members that got killed brutally.
"You have brought calamity upon your kingdom. You have failed us all," the witch said as tears streamed down her cheeks.
She looked at Aurora with sad eyes as more tears flowed out of her eyes.
"The Alpha King has to be dead, killed by you for my slavery to your uncle to be over," the seer continued.
She beat against her chest painfully.
"I really thought you will help me gain my freedom. Rather you put me in a more difficult spot.
"The Alpha king will send both humans and supernaturals for my head and in a matter of time, I will be killed brutally."
The witch felt so weak she had to sit down on the stool beside the bed.
Aurora could not understand anything that was happening. She felt lost.
She had failed everyone but how does that have any connection to her teacher and how was a strong sorcerer like her a slave to her uncle?
After a couple of minutes of sobbing silently, the witch mopped off all her tears and stood up.
"You alone can kill him and I will make it happen," the witch said coming to a resolution.
" . . ."
How was she going to kill a tall Werewolf in this state.
She felt like her life was sipping out slowly and she was not even going to see the next hour and her teacher was trying to make her kill the werewolf, a strong supernatural.
She tired of everything and wished she could escape it all.
She wished she could have her family members live happily making her free of the responsibility of avenging their deaths.
She wanted sometime alone but she could not say anything about it.
She was scared of trying to talk because she believed she will discover something new about her body.
It was best she believes she hasn't spoken because she doesn't want to than being unable to.
Her gaze remained fixed on the poorly painted ceiling and prayed for mercy.
She knew no one to pray but she hoped that a god somewhere will be willing to help her out or the prison that was her body.
The door flew open after a few minutes and the Duke entered the room followed by her maid.