Twin Alpha's Sickly Mate

Chapter10

DALIA'S POV

I sat outside watching the flowers when I noticed a rabbit running past me. Being a lover of animals, I chased after the rabbit. I chased it around having so much fun until it entered a hole. I stood in front of the hole and waited a few minutes, but when it didn't come out again, I decided to go back home.

But as I turned around, I didn't know where I was anymore. Suddenly, I saw myself surrounded by a pack of wolves. But surprisingly, I wasn't scared like I thought I would be. I felt like I belonged with them, like I was one of them.

But something even more surprising happened. They all bowed their heads to me as though I were their leader, and they were awaiting my instructions.

I stirred awake from my sleep, and my eyes fluttered open. "Another dream about wolves." I muttered to myself. But I was a little bit relieved because of all the dreams I have had about wolves since I turned seventeen; this was the first one that wasn't horrific, and I didn't wake up panting and sweating.

But that didn't make it any better. It made no sense that I would be dreaming about wolves, and now I am having dreams where I see myself as their leader.

Deciding that thinking about the dream would not do me any good, I got up from bed and sat on the chair close to the window, and I soaked in the morning sun. I woke up feeling weak as usual again. But I had more things on my mind, and my bodily weakness was left in the back of my mind.

I barely slept through the night, and that must have contributed to my weakness this morning.

Now that I had the option of actually going back to that strange place, I was being indecisive. I didn't know what I wanted. I did miss the people I met there, but I couldn't shake off the feeling I got while I was there that there were so many secrets. It scared me but it also intrigued me.

“Why would a group of people choose to live in the middle of the forest cut off from the rest of the world? Why choose to be cut off from civilization and at the same time have everything they need there? It was like a city in the forest; it made no sense.

As I looked out of the window, I saw a rabbit running inside the bush close to the house, and that immediately jogged a memory I had almost forgotten about. It was another weird dream that I had last night. It wasn't clear, it came back in bits and pieces, but I remember it being about wolves, and I remember seeing Sly and Xander in the dream.

“Maybe I should talk to mom and dad about these dreams; maybe they can help me.” I thought to myself. Nothing was making sense anymore; it was at times like this that I wished I had a friend to talk to. But seeing as I had none, I resigned to my fate and waited for my parents to return to talk to them.

That night, as they returned, we had dinner together.

“Mom, dad, Have you ever seen a wolf? I asked them after we finished dinner.

“Why do you ask, sweetheart? Don't tell me you want to go to the Zoo. You are a little too big for that, don't you think?” She teased me.

I chuckled, “No, mom, that's not it. It's about something else. I don't know how to explain it because it makes no sense. But what I am asking is, if you have seen a wolf not in the zoo, maybe in the forest?”

They both shared an unusual look. “You have to explain to us what exactly it is you want to know, honey; that way we will know how best to answer you. No matter how you explain it, we will make sense of it, so don't worry about that.” My dad said encouragingly.

“Okay. It started after I turned seventeen. I have been having these weird dreams about wolves.” I said to them, and I stopped to watch their facial expressions about what I said.

They glanced at each other again but said nothing. I couldn't decipher the look they shared, but it did almost look like they understood what I was saying.

“Since you turned seventeen? That was a few months ago, right?” Mum asked.

“Yes. A few months ago,” I replied.

“What are these dreams about? I know you already said it's about wolves, but what exactly happens in the dream?” dad asked.

I was a bit surprised by how interested they were and how they didn't think it was weird that I was having such dreams. That helped me to continue.

“I had one last night. I found myself surrounded by wolves. They all looked feral, but I wasn't scared; instead, I felt like I was one of them, but what was even more disturbing was that they all bowed to me like I was their leader.”

“Tell me the most disturbing one you have had. Or you haven't had any like that?” Mom asked me.

“There is one like that. I woke up really scared and sweaty. In the dream, I saw some wolves; they were twice the size of all the wolf pictures I have ever seen. They were bowing to a man who was sitting on a chair that looked like a king's chair. After that, I saw the man asking another man how many werewitches they had managed to create, but the man replied that there weren't many, and the one seated in the king's chair started strangling the other man.

All this while, I stood in the same room with them, but no one could see me, but suddenly the man looked me dead in the eyes and bared his red teeth at me. I woke up panting.

My mom's eyes were wide like sauce pans. As I was done telling the story. She turned to my dad and shook her head slightly.

"Mom, why is your face like that? Is it something bad? Is it the interpretation of the dream that something bad will happen to me?” I asked in panic.

Her face immediately changed. “It's nothing like that, baby. I am sure it's just a stupid dream; don't worry about it,” Mum replied.

“Are you sure, mom?" I asked, uncertainty tainting my voice.

“Yes, Dalia trusts me. I am certain that it's nothing serious; it's just a dream. So, have you thought about going to see your friends again? I think it will do you some good to leave the house and get some fresh air. These dreams might just be a side effect of staying in the house for so long and staring at the bushes and forest. So have you decided if you are going back or not?” She asked, changing the topic.

“Yeah, I thought about it, but I have not made up my mind yet,” I replied.

“Why are you being so indecisive? This journey might just be what you need.” My dad said.

As he said that, a thought suddenly crossed my mind. “Those people I met in that strange place are living inside the forest, so they probably know a lot about wolves. Maybe I can find my answers there. Like dad said, this journey might just be what I need.

And what's the point of refusing to go when I miss Sly and Xander so much and can't stop longing to see them? I can just go there, figure out my feelings, and find answers to my dreams, and then I can come back with my mind at peace.” I thought to myself.

“What you just said is true, dad; this might just be the trip I need.” I said to them.

But something did brother me; my parents don't know who these friends they claim I wrote in my letter are, but they don't seem to mind, and they were not asking to know anything about them. It was strange because, ever since I was born, they have both been very protective of me, but at the same time I didn't want to bring it up because there was no way I would tell them that I was going to the middle of nowhere.

“So have you made up your mind to go?” My mom asked.

“Yes, I will leave tomorrow.” I replied.

“That's good, baby. We will miss you, but we also want you to be happy.” Mum smiled at me.

“I know mom," I replied.

“We will head to bed now.” They said and stood up.

“Okay. Goodnight.” I said to them as they left, and they responded.

“When you get there, be more understanding and more open to learning new things. Everyone is not the same; we are all unique in our own way, so try and be more understanding of other people's lives and lifestyles. It might start making more sense when you understand them better." My dad advised me, but before I could say anything, he turned the corner leading to their room.

I slept that night with a lot of thoughts on my mind, and the last thing I thought of before sleep took hold of me was Sly and Xander and their beautiful eyes. I could only wonder if they would welcome me with open arms.