Chapter Five

 

I had this dream before, I was running through the forest, the sun shining down on me, and the fresh grass tickling my nose. The wind blew through my shaggy coat as I stood at the edge of the creek, the water babbled peacefully, dancing around the boulders. Tiny pebbles decorated the bottom of the clear, cool water. I dipped one paw in and yipped, this was my game I played, and then he would show up.

            The dark shadowy figure, I was afraid of him at first, and then something told me he was a friend. Each time I had the dream, I would move a little closer to him, and he would become clearer. I never saw his face though, and I called him my angel. I raised my nose to the air and caught the heady scent of trees and fresh water. There was his scent too, male, distinctly wolf, and something that smelled of cedar.

            I cringed back against the muddy banks as he came towards me; I felt my lips pull back from my teeth as his hand reached towards me. The mud rose between my toes as he came closer, my muscles tensed, it would either be to run or to fight. I always woke up at this point, I heard him humming which caused my ears to prick forward, the growl still rumbling in my chest.

            “I’m sorry girl; I never thought I would be your death. They told me that I was the angel of death.” He stepped into the water and it seemed to freeze when his feet touched the water, the wolf scent grew stronger as he came closer. I snapped at the extended hand and felt my teeth snap at the air.

            The scenery started bleeding into a muddy watercolor painting as his face came into view; I blinked my eyes at the familiar face standing before me. He reached his hand out to me again and stroked my fur.

            “I never asked to be your death; I never asked to be the death of the lycans. I’m sorry girl.” He bled away and I looked around at the bright white surrounding me.

            I looked down at my stained hands and gasped at the blood covering them. I saw the front of my shirt was stained with blood and somewhere I heard a child crying. I walked towards the crying child and the steps became increasingly heavier and painful.

            “I must stop the child from crying, why am I having this dream now?” my voice felt disconnected from my body. I had the same dream, only it never went further than my dark figure in the river.

            “The time will come Memphis for you to choose, the angel of death has touched you once. He left one mark already; work with him and you can save your kind. Know that if you grow closer it will result in your demise.” My head whipped around, bright pinpricks swam before my eyes and I collapsed into the nothingness.

            “Who are you?” the heat washed over my body, I could change and heal myself. The child started screaming, the shrill cries piercing my body; I covered my ears with my hands and felt the wolf in me snarl.

            “Leave the child; remember you will have to make the decision now wake up.” The pain shot through me like a thousand razors as the howl escaped my lips. I blinked and stared at the ceiling. I coughed and sat up sputtering, something went clattering to the floor and I was clawing at the bandages that covered my body.

            “You shifted, why did you do that?” A soft voice came from the doorway, I recognized her from earlier when I was in wolf form. I felt a cold breeze on my body and looked down, I quickly grabbed the covers and yanked them up, the sudden movement causing me to inhale sharply.

            “You hardly need to be modest around me young one.” She slowly moved over to the chair that was by the bed. I blinked my eyes, I was still waking up and she was cautious. Smart on her behalf, I looked at the walls, they were an off-white color, a few pictures hung here and there, and there was a large fireplace with a huge wrestling poster hanging over it.

I raised my eyebrows and looked around seeing dirty socks and clothes scattered all over the floor. Obviously, this was not a girl’s room; of course, mine looked the same way, only it was a girly organized mess. I sniffed and the scent of male wolf caught my nose, it twitched and I narrowed my eyes at the figure sitting in the chair.

            She had long pale hair that hung in a braid over her shoulder, her face was creased with wrinkles, and her eyes twinkled. I continued to stare at her, something was off, there was no scent coming off her and her eyes stared right past me. I gingerly leaned towards her and scented the air near her face; she flinched slightly and raised a hand towards my face.

            “Who are you? Where am I? Did anyone contact my sister?” my head started spinning and I lay back down on the bed, reveling in the scent of wolf.

            “You are safe for now, and you are in Michael’s room, he insisted. Although Dylan is a little miffed by his accommodating you, I think young wolf you have stolen a couple of hearts.” Her voice started to lull me off to sleep, she sounded much younger than she looked, how was that possible?

            “It is possible because my family has suffered a curse; we are the guardians of the wolf. I thought Dylan and Michael were the last alphas. I thought they were the last of the wolves.” Her voice became thick and heavy with emotion.

            My head was swimming with visions and I could feel Amanda’s fear creeping in my veins, I sat up again searching for my phone. I saw a brief movement out of the corner of my eye, the woman moved with the reflexes of one of us. She smiled and handed the phone to me, I groaned as I saw the missed texts and calls.

            “We need to talk whoever your name is.” I scrolled through the frantic messages and could see the look on her face as she sent them. I just hoped she did not crash my truck into a tree because she was so worried about me. Or, have one of her little coven friends try and search for me with their spells. I did not need them to find me, then somehow mess it up, and put a hex on me. I shivered at the thought of one of those witches hexing me.

            “My name is Lydia Snowbird, call your sister and reassure her that you are fine. Also that you will be staying here for a few days, if you wish I can talk with her.” I rolled my eyes that would not go over well with my sister. I saw Lydia tilt her head to the side and reach blindly for the bedside table; she smiled as she stared at me.

            “Michael wishes to see you; I can tell him you are not up to seeing visitors.” I looked out the window, the snow was plastered against the window, and I itched to run in the snow, I itched to feel the wind in my fur. I winced at the pain that ran along my spine, I knew that it would take a few days for this injury to heal; the wild was calling me though. I continued to look longingly out the window.

            “Call my sister and mother, please inform them what happened.” I felt the call of the moon, something in me stirred. There was something else in the air; a feeling of urgency came over me. I walked to the window and put fingers on the frosted glass, the cold panes were smooth and tingled under my fingertips.

            “You want to run? I would not advise you to run there is evil in the air tonight.” I inhaled sharply and closed my eyes. The wolf wanted out, I turned towards Lydia with fists clenched.

            “You can advise me all you want, I will not run as a wolf but you will not keep me in. The night is calling me.” I brushed past her and felt my body tingle, I cringed as if shocked by an electrical current. She tilted her head and looked at me with glassy unseeing eyes; I continued to stare at her. I knew that look; Amanda got it when she had one of her trances.

            “If you go you will die, there is something killing your kind.” She put a pale cold hand on mine and I yanked it away from her. I made my way out into the hall and let my eyes become adjusted to the dimness. The floors were pine and shone in the dim light, the walls were papered in rich burgundy wallpaper. I stopped and stared at a black and white photo, I touched the smiling faces of the two boys. One had pale eyes and the other was scowling, his shock of dark hair fell in his face.

            “I beg you, you are the only Alpha female in this area, please do not go you will die.” I looked at Lydia’s tear stained face, she was clenching her hands to her lips in a praying motion. I raised my head and caught the scent of Dylan and Michael; they were both downstairs listening to the whole conversation. I shook my head and followed their scent; they smelled like home, the wolf in me stirred again.

            “I already died once today and survived Lydia, I’m sure a moonlight stroll won’t kill me and if it does, then so be it.” I left her crumpled on the landing pleading for me not to go. I felt the evil lurking in the woods; I knew it was stupid to go looking for trouble. I guess, you can call me stupid, because I just had to know what it was that kept calling me.

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