“Maybe not having that attitude because she thought she was heading for Luna status will warm her to the pack finally. She always treated them like she was above them, because of me, maybe not anymore. It might make enough of a difference to how she gels with them again.” Colton points out and leans in fast to throw a kiss on my lips. A little ‘I’m proud of you’ with that cute boy smile that makes me melt. I can feel his happy surprise coming off in waves and affecting my own inner doubts, pushing a warm gooey feeling to relax my muscles and ease my tension.
“She needs the support. Maybe it will help her better deal with Tawna and get her past this. I think Tawna needs to learn to live without her mate and I can help her with that, be her support and mentor.” Sierra smiles weakly and I can’t help but feel the heart aching slice of pain I always get when she talks of being alone this way. Wolves are meant to mate up, it’s part of our purpose and we are never meant to be alone. She can try and hide it behind smiles as much as she likes but I can always feel her truth. Sierra lives with a broken heart every second of every day.
“Okay, with that decided, how about you two tell me how your day was. I need some mood lifting after mine. How are the new building works going? How was the school’s first day in their new home?”
She Ran
Curled in Colton’s arms in bed, my head laid on his chest as I listen to that steady rhythm of his heartbeat, I doze in and out of peaceful and contented slumber. Something keeps waking me when I start to fall deeply, and I can’t seem to put my finger on it. Like a dream or a feeling that’s just out of sight and seems to jump in to haul me back whenever my consciousness drifts away. An unease or a threatening nightmare maybe, it’s definitely a sense of wrong and try as I might, I can’t seem to fall into blissful darkness for any length of time. It’s almost dawn and I have barely dozed for more than twenty-minute slots at a time. I’m frustrated and exhausted, yet I can’t seem to rest.
Colton however is completely out cold, wrapped up around me protectively, his face buried in my hair as he silently inhales and exhales so peacefully that it at least brings me a sense of calm. In his preferred position of full-frontal body wedged against my side as I lay on my back, held in his arms and using his bent lower one as a pillow. He seems oblivious to my restlessness and with that flawless smooth expression showing a vulnerable snoozer, it at least soothes me a little.
My inner anxiety is swirling, and that strong sense of foreboding is slowly chipping away at my mental state. I just can’t figure out why or what it is. The night is quiet, the patrols have reported nothing untoward, and the air is just right in temperature for once. It should be a comfortable slumber. I screw my eyes shut tight, knowing that soon the sun will rise, and Colton will get up and the rousing noises of the village will take away this sense of being alone. I will just lay here and hope to catch a few more slots of shut eye before that happens and leaves me shattered all day.
Colton’s a way early riser and always likes to patrol the grounds with the changeover of sentinels at first sun, to check, to be sure nothing happened in the night. He seems to survive on bare minimal sleep and yet me, I can never rise before seven nowadays. In fact, even nine is becoming hard. My ability to be as up and on form like he is daily has been dwindling of late and I often wonder if I am getting spoiled and lazy. I want to sleep and curl up in bed way past his leaving me alone and the first thing I want to do is eat with Sierra when I do. It’s rare for Colton to stay in bed for any length of time, but he does come back before I wake and usually seduces me into some morning time affection before we stroll for food.
A light catches my attention through my closed lids, glowing insanely close and blue in color and I flicker my eyes open knowing instantly what it is.? Colton’s hand resting gently on my neck is illuminated in the telltale glow of his gift and I squint at his face to see if there’s any hints of distress. My heartbeat upping that he may be having a vision or another of those horrifying dreams he mentioned at breakfast. I reach out to touch his face and hesitate as the glow intensifies to an almost blinding light and I have to screw my eyes closed with the sudden prick of searing pain at its sheer intensity.
He dreams of things sometimes and this is usually the signal if I am awake when he’s not. His hands warm my skin as it travels up his wrists and makes his forearms gently glow too, before fading out before it reaches his upper arm. His hands enveloped in an azure bright orb that lights the whole room, yet he’s still motionless and I wonder if this really is the dream he says he keeps having.
He seems calm and motionless, expression still and youthful and not at all like he’s having a nightmare. I know how much it distresses him if it is and I don’t want it to progress. So I gently touch his face with my fingertips, across his cheek softly to rouse him from the deepest part of sleep.
“Colton….. wake up.” Whispering, I try and stir him out of his state of vision, but he only opens his eyes impulsively, blinding blue glow, like neon tube lights, making me squint and stares blankly through me. His body responding to me, but his mind fully submerged in wherever he is. He is most definitely not awake, and his focus is on nothing out here with me. No depth, only blank and rigid and disconnected from reality.
He still hasn’t decided if this gift is a curse or something positive as he’s yet to find the use beyond disturbing dreams. He likes the fact he’s learning to heal ailments and wounds with a touch, and it in itself has great advantages, especially to the children who come to the med bay with scrapes and bumps. He healed a broken wrist in a three-year-old a few days ago so he’s getting stronger in his ability to do it. Yet the dreams, the visions, he abhors the vagueness and the sporadic nature of them.
He’s motionless as I lay, surrounded by eerie light which casts shadows in the furniture around us, lighting up only parts of the room and the rest falls into odd greyness. It feels like a surreal fairy room and a little ethereal, reminding me of my memories of Sierra when she came to me as a child. If I wasn’t lying next to him them it would be kind of freaky and most certainly unnerving.
Colton gives me a heart attack by gasping out loudly as though suddenly taking a breath, grasping my face with an impulsive jump reaction and I flinch with a small yelp. So not ready for any kind pf physical response. My stomach lurches up into my chest and my heart misses a beat as I hit a cold sweat with the sudden fright he gave me. His eyes widen as the glow intensifies and then he blinks, seemingly coming to, and brown eyes are restored almost instantly as he registers the fact I am wide eyed staring at him like a scared little rabbit.
He blinks again, subtly shakes his head as though to clear a dream fog away, seems to fully wake up, rubs his face, and takes a second to realize I am still staring at him in the now darkness again as his nocturnal vision kicks in. A frown coming over him and a second of pause while he inhales.
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