Chapter 11:Finding The Royal

Staring at this woman that shouldn't have known him, "How do you know him?" pointing at Clyde.

Her chest kept moving up and down her cheeks burning with red her hand on her throat as it hurt to speak his name, "You look the same when you went away for the first war!?" her tone completely awestruck.

All of our eyes are on the flustered cowboy," Rosie I-I" he stood there looking into Rosie's eyes.

Roise's eyes glimmering in tears showing her wrinkles around her eyes, "You promised that you'll come back to me Clyde," The blonde spoke quite than a mouse.

"You haven't aged a day, "As Rosie cried for a love that never came back angered knowing how waiting and wondering can kill a heart from the inside.

"Rosie I can explain," walking closer to the woman he left behind, holding her hands up to her chest protecting her heart walking back stumbling as her heel got stuck in the cracks.

The tears soon drying up with her own palm wiping her own tears as her features turned to cold anger," You sold your soul to the devil!" As her voice piercing my ears no longer that quite mouse.

Clyde walking closer "No Rosie," he objected defending himself that him not aging wasn't the devil's work but Rosie didn't want to touch Clyde.

Smacking his hand away from her, " Get your hand off me!" pushing him away not even making him budge but I knew it must have stung every part of him.

Rosie that I saved just a few moments became an enemy"Is this your new woman?! Is that what it is. You wanted someone younger?!"Rosie looking at me in disgust instead of gratitude considering I saved her life and soon she threw a ring at him as it the ground between Clyde and Rosie.

Anger and tears permanently stained her face pointing at him getting closer pressing her index finger in his chest like a blade "I waited for you..." her voice went so low a cold blade brushing along your heart staining it with the color blue as Rosie raising her hand wiping her tears harshly sniffling fixing her bun fixing her dress standing up straight pointing at us.

Rosie picking up her bags"Take your whore and get off my property now!" pure rage and venom spewing from her pure lips.

Rosie disappearing never looking back slamming her door shut as Clyde watched her disappear bending down picking up his ring he must have given to her years ago, placing it in his ring finger we began walking west smelling him with overwhelming sadness.

A few moments later placing his hand on his heart barely coming to terms with what just happened, turning to me, "I didn't sell my soul to no devil Marcella," Squeezing his button-up shirt as if trying to rip the stain from his heart but from experience, you can't take that pain away.

Looking at this cowboy's sad blue eyes filling slowly with tears, peering into his eyes seeing nothing but the truth" I believe you but you haven't aged a day since world war I? If it wasn't the devil then how are you not aging?" he looked at me his blue bright eyes becoming a shade darker as he began building bricks around his heart. Which was a sign to not push any further.

"Perhaps I'm older than you," he said avoiding the subject. Everyone has skeletons in their closet but they all come out dancing around you watching you crumble to your knees opening you up.

The sun began to disappear behind the tall buildings taking the warmth away feeling a sudden rush of cold wind then a gush of heat radiated from afar I could sense it. Each one of my senses began to tingle, sensitive to every touch and smell... The Royal is somewhere bear here turning a corner feeling stronger a surge of power. Seeing the college as the necklace pulled us together revealing a music note

Frowning at this insignificant clue, "Music note? What is that supposed to do, "speaking in anger.

His smile appeared on his lips of an idea, "we sing a little tune that will surely show us a way, ".

looking at this foolish man "I don't sing cowboy, ".

Putting all his weight on his right leg "What you got a better idea, Marcella?".

No idea came to mind but I wasn't going to let him know that but as I opened my mouth three separate yellow-colored buses as younger kids spilling out with a few adults right behind the youth. The youth running around one other with their fingers up their noses searching for treasure and a few bullies getting away with their misbehavior.

" Children come together now please, even the ones in the back. This college is one of the best in the city," As the teacher beckoning to look at the college."This will be your future in six years' time ...well probably not all," The teacher said in a whisper as the wind send the message to me.

"Each school has wonderful programs to take the best program they afford can afford it is musical arts," As she spoke the clue clicking in my brain. I couldn't wait any longer charging toward those college doors being stopped and drawn to other creatures living among them Those memories of screams a car crash blood on her clothes scattered on the street. As she sobbed in the middle of the street... smelling so many creatures living a life she was supposed to have and snapping out of it losing Clyde trying to sense him.

My mind is crowded with jealousy wanting my first life back that the royals stole from me but straining my ears opening them seeing multiple glowing footsteps stumbling back pressing my fingertips on the temple of my nose growling at myself focusing on his smell his musty old hat smelling of rotten fruit sour and sweet. Inhaling once more seeing only one pair of footsteps running with glowing grey eyes.

Bursting through a metal door that has a music note engraved on it seeing Clyde without his hat as it flew somewhere on the ground with a girl shouting at him. As the girl's dark brown hair spun around in slow motion as those eyes struck me with this rush of power this sense of protection stung the marking on my back pushing that need deep down concentrating her eyes. This younger girl's eyes held two colors one a deep dark blue and the other a vibrant green as a needle piercing through my skin into my veins overwhelming me with power when I glance into them. The young Royal being started trying to think of an escape.

Standing my ground in front of the younger girl with unique eyes, "Clyde doesn't let her leave! Get her!" shouting feeling my wolf wanting to engorge on this power but the girl with magic punched him in the gut and ran toward me. My body reacted too quickly as my hand rose and bundled up in a fist punching her in the nose, as her eyes rolling back, and her body going limp as she collapsed on the floor. seeing her dark brown straight hair scattered on the floor not seeing a golden string holding her locks of loose hair and seeing her plump cheekbones still not mature enough to be a new queen but a child's life that will soon be ruined.

Clyde grabbing his hat placing his two-fingers on her neck searching for a pulse" wouldn't a wolf harm a royal?" My eyes went wide in shock with his statement feeling exposed feeling betrayed as he spoke those words.

For a split second the thought of saving my people changed to how does he know that im a wolf"What ? How do you know?", not caring anymore changing my features into a beast.

Putting his hand up in defense" Marcella, people are coming we need o get her out" he tried to avoid his slip up.

He can't just bring it up like that and sweep it under a rug. He doesn't get to speak that part of me! Rage fuelled my veins mustering up a snarl baring my teeth cutting my lower lip smelling his fear seeing him shake, "How do you know Clyde?! Who are you!".

I can hear his heart beating so fast with each step he took toward me placing a hand on his chest and then gesturing his hand toward me, "People are coming Marcella. We need to get out of here now, " As he said slower. My rage was blinding me if real people see us taking her the law will get in the way, looking down at the girl that I have knocked out cold and right back to Clyde sighing knowing that we need to leave. The question was how were we going to take her without looking suspicious.

Looking down seeing my bag move as the bag devoured the next royal in the bag as the cowboy picked up the bag with wide eyes, "That's very useful," he smiled at me as if he did nothing wrong as the smile faded from his lips.

I needed to get out of this room before I get even angrier slamming the metal door once more as the hinges became loos as the moon was starting to shine brightly being hypnotized of its beauty shutting them looking around needing a vacant car. Running toward it full speed as my dresses flapping in the wind as my heels clicked frantically punching out a window feeling the hot prickling scratches of the glass in my knuckles trickling warm blood.

"Marcella, Where are you ?" As his boots thumping on the ground with a bag that no one would ever think is holding a girl inside. His blue eyes found my brown ones as he ran faster placing the bag gently in the back sitting in the driver's seat until I smelled something odd turning slowly behind me seeing a black van spilling out with men with slick back hair and guns as they took over there shades. Getting a better look at their eyes and teeth that these weren't regular people.

Getting into the stolen car bracing myself "drive now Clyde!," Screaming at him and all he did was look at me in confusion until the first bullet tore through the windshield.

"Trolls,".

"They can smell the Royal,".