Awakening Book 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

"You felt them, but you didn t actually see them? Or one, as in singular?" Sierra gazes at Colton questioning him as we sit across from her at breakfast, something we usually share in her own suite as she prefers it that way. Colton slides me the platter of pancakes as he shrugs her way. It s late for breakfast but our patrol duties sometimes push us to eat nearer noon a couple of times a week.

"Felt. Possibly just one, but I can t be sure. I didn t see them at all, but my eyes turned blue, and I could definitely feel their magic in the air; faint, but it was there. Just out beyond the perimeter." Colton dishes me some and throws me that soft smile, that translates to 'I love youas he adds maple syrup to the stack he s given me. I help myself to bacon and dig in while his mother still stares pensively at his face.

Sierra sighs and looks torn for a long moment as we start to tuck into the pancakes, bacon, and eggs I insisted I was dying for this morning. My appetite has been huge since we started turning on a daily basis, and he s always one to pander to my needs.

"I m not surprised that witches have sided with the vampires, knowing what we do about how this all began. They are the least evil in this war, even if that s hard to believe. The wolves villainize our kind, the vampires do not. I guess they hope an alliance means they get to come out of the shadows to live free once more. Too many witches have been slaughtered and gone into hiding for hundreds of years." Sierra picks up her fork but seems like she has no appetite now and twirls it in her hand instead. Her expression is strained, and I can feel her nerves coming through in subtle waves since Colton told her about the witches.

"What does it mean for us if they now have magic on their side?" I butt in, not exactly at peace with this conversation as anxiety swirls in my stomach and I glance to Colton, who for once is not all that interested in his food. He s pushing his bacon around with disinterest as he glances at his mother. My man is an eater, and his lack of hunger means he isn t as calm as he has been pretending all morning.

"Within these walls, nothing. It s beyond the protection stones of our land that we should be afraid. Witches have powers that can hold their own against small numbers. We re a smaller pack, an easy target. I guess it s why we ve had so many attacks in recent weeks. The vampires are trying to pick off the smaller of our kind before we unite to set out on a war once again. In numbers they re not a match for us."Despite her words that should instill a little confidence of our safety all I can feel is her overwhelming sadness.

Sierra has been quiet of late, her powers growing again and spending more time studying the grimoires of the house than venturing outside of her own walls. I know she s pining for a mate she hates but can t be unbound from, and a life she lost that she can t go backwards to. Her unhappiness has been increasing in the last months, the longer we live this way, and I don t think it s down to the vampire attacks. I think her heart is grieving and with every new niggle and unrest brought up, she feels even less useful to her pack.

"So, their magic can t invade beyond the runes buried outside the perimeter?" Colton cuts in, his eyes on his mom and I can tell he too feels her underlying lack of vavoom today. He won t push her though; he still treats her like precious glass that may shatter should he blow a little too hard.

"No. Those runes were created and buried by my great, great, grandfather, under guidance of the world s most powerful witch. He was a great sorcerer and made sure this house would withstand magic of any kind that was not borne within from blood. We can use ours, we can freely come and go, but anyone else touched by spell or gift that we don t invite in, can t pass. I m not even sure humans can pass without our say so."

"That s something I suppose. So, they can throw all they have at our walls and outside within the boundary, and nothing gets through?" I raise my brow, finding some peace in that. The first boundary line where the rune stones lie are about ten feet outside the village walls and our front sweeping drive.

"Yes." Sierra seems confident in it, so I settle, glad of something at least. One less concern. We can sleep at night, knowing nothing gets in, even if the vampires stray close. We still must patrol though as our power lines, telephone cables all route outwith these lines and our main water supplies come in from the west. They have been targeting those with every new attack.

"We need to reduce the distance we chase from now on. No longer use the frequency as our measure of distance. We need to properly mark the rune boundary and forbid any of the pack straying beyond until we know more about what they intend to do." Colton places his fork down and frowns, focus off outside the large double window of the veranda, staring at the looming presence of the distant forest and mountain as though trying to visually spot the enemy. The sun is bright today, despite the chill in the air and the land before us looks green and luscious. A far cry from the shadowy danger we faced last night.

"It s not a bad idea. Safety first. As always." I smile at him softly, knowing that s what he ll do for the good of our people and tap his plate to encourage him to eat.

"Talking of magic…. I had another dream…" Colton turns instantly invasive; his posture stiffening and a heavy cold fills the atmosphere around us. I flicker my eyes his way in question and surprise. He hasn t mentioned any dreams to me lately, so I squint at him with brewing doubts.

"When?" I blurt out, hating the thought he has kept something from me. It s not how we are. He tells me everything and vice versa, we have no secrets, and one hundred percent honesty.

"Last night. I figured I would tell you both at the same time and save the agony of having to repeat it." He glances from his mom to me and that subtle frown appearing on his brow makes me wonder how bad it can be. Simmering my internal pang of betrayal momentarily. Colton is rarely fazed by anything, especially not dreams, even if he thinks they may be visions of the future, so this has to be something upsetting.

"Tell me." Sierra reaches out across the table and covers his hand with hers, that gentle maternal love she smothers us with shining through as she too senses unease. Colton sighs heavily, leaning back a little without breaking her contact and rolls his shoulders. A sign he s starting to get stressed and my nerves pick up, pushing me to lean towards him. Aching for him as his emotions taint mine and I get equally antsy as I feed from his inner despair. I reach out impulsively and take his other hand, the one on his thigh under the table and tangle our fingers together as a way of consoling what I don t even know yet.

He throws me a soft look, a hint of a smile and a little 'I love yousquint of his eyes as he wrinkles his nose cutely. I blush in response, never immune to the faces and messages he sends my way, even when it s in a serious moment like this. Colton clears his throat and tenses as he exhales with his words.

"It started out in a forest. I think, maybe the north side of the mountain. It was familiar, but not here. I was alone…. Maybe…. I don t know. I saw no one, but it wasn t quiet, like I was alone. I felt like there were others in the shadows." He sighs again, flinches, and this time his eyes start to subtly amber out, a sign his emotions are pushing through, and I squeeze his hand tighter to keep him calm. Wolf Colton would not be great at explaining anything as he has way too much hostile in that furry form.

"Go on…" Sierra encourages. Colton hesitates, screws up his face and blows out air as though the very words are painful, and I can feel it ebbing from him. The upset, the heartbreak and I listen intently, holding on for what he has to say.

"I was standing still, in human form, but my hands were clawed out like I was half turned but had no intention of fully doing so. Covered in blood even though I was uninjured, and I knew it wasn t mine."

"Maybe it was a past vision, we ve been up against the vampires and had their blood on our hands so many times these past months" I interject as his emotions start clawing at my insides, his sense of elevated anxiety making me jittery, and I wriggle in my seat.

"No, this was different. I didn t feel like myself, I felt ……. I can t explain, but it was like I was above and looking at me, but it wasn t me. I was blank… emotionless and disconnected. There was nothing going on in my head and I tried to rouse myself to some sort of response. There was nothing but this shell, of me, going through the motions and he couldn t seem to hear or see me, and then ….. I saw you." Colton s eyes drop to his lap, and he turns his head away from me shaking his head. His sadness and pain hit me full pelt in the stomach like a sucker punch as he sees it in his mind s eye, and I know that s not a good sign.

"What was I doing?" I blurt out impulsively, afraid of what he saw if it s cutting him this way. Colton remains silent for a long moment to compose himself and Sierra and I exchange concerned glances.

"Would it be better if you shared it with me and I can see for myself?" His mother interjects but Colton flashes back to her with a brutal headshake.

"No!" I don t want it in either of your heads. The hostility in his harsh response is so out of character.

"Then tell us…." I coax him, pleading to know what he saw that has him this way, while ignoring his outburst. Colton pulls his hands away from us and runs both through his hair in agitation, leaning back so his chair balances on only two legs at a precarious angle. I curb the urge to correct it and let him be as he scrubs his fingers on his scalp and sighs loudly.

"You were lying on the forest floor about ten feet from me, partially concealed as though you had crawled to hide. Human, still dressed like you hadn t even tried to turn……. you were bleeding." Colton chokes on his own emotion, leaning forward sharply to place his face in his own palms as he leans on the table, his chair slamming down, rubbing his temples then wiping a palm over his face as though to shake what he sees. "You were looking at me, crying……. You were scared. Of me! ….. And I walked towards you, so empty, so…unfeeling…. I could see you were hurt and yet, I didn t seem to care or react.And you said 'Please…. don t , as if it was down to me or because of me, or you thought I would hurt you ….. and I woke up." Colton tenses, shudders, and then stands up quickly to shake the memory out physically as I blanche in open eyed apprehension and Sierra frowns sternly. He stalks to the patio doors and opens one for air and shoves his shoulder against the frame to appear at ease, despite it being obvious he is far from it. I can feel his confusion, his pain, and it renders me momentarily mute as chaos swirls in my brain to try and dissect his vision.

"You think you were the one who wounded her?" Sierra shakes her head at me as I move to get up to console him, telling me he needs space as she notes his eyes glowing amber before I do. He s wound up, better to let him get it out in his own way and I settle back down. Sometimes when he s riled his wolf hates being touched, even by me.

"I would never…. but why was she afraid, why wasn t I reacting? Helping her? Why wasn t she turning? None of it made sense! It s like she couldn t turn wolf." He s back to pacing and I watch him with a heavy heart, unsure what else to say as I try and decipher the dream logically. If he was half wolf in the dream, then there was no reason I couldn t turn. It makes little sense.

"You said not all the dreams and visions are literal, right? Maybe it s more symbolic. Maybe it s that you feel somewhere inside that you aren t protecting me enough, or maybe sensing the witches last night somehow made you feel like there s danger lurking, more than before, and you re scared I won t be safe. That you somehow are watching, powerless, while I m hurt." I try to explain what he described, clutching at straws and he turns and narrows his eyes at me thoughtfully. A slight change of expression as he grasps at reason in my explanation.

"Maybe…that sort of makes sense."

"Sometimes they may seem like visions, but are our intentions, warning of a path we may take and the possible outcomes. Maybe sensing the witches has stirred up chaotic emotions, and like Lorey says, you re dreams formed this visual to voice what those are. You re afraid as leader you will fail against a new threat and your mate will be left wounded and unable to defend herself." Sierra sounds out my reasoning to strengthen the possibility and Colton relaxes even more. Seeing some hint of logic in the words and I guess looking for a reason to explain what he saw, that wasn t him hurting me.