Nightmare Into Reality

He gasped as he woke from another startling dream. He couldn’t escape her face. She continued to haunt him. Who was she? Wisps of brown curls swirled around her but all he could ever remember was her face; her laugh, her cry… the sadness as she looked at him. It disturbed him and shook him to his core. Recently, with the look on her face, he felt as though he was to blame for her sadness.

He slowly sat up in his bed. The surrealism of his dream still controlled his vision as he looked around the room. He tried to focus but couldn’t. But this time, he suddenly remembered more. She was crying. Sitting on the bed in his room. Pleading with him. Telling him how much she loved him. But she was in so much pain. Her body hurt. Her heart hurt. And he caused it. This time it felt so real as if it actually happened. Who was she? How could it have happened if he has no memory of it?

“Baby, come lay back down.” Rebekah’s sultry voice tried to lull him.

“I can’t.”

"Come cuddle up with me. I'll make you feel better." She rubbed her perfectly manicured foot on his back trying to lure him back to her.

"I doubt that will help, Rebekah."

“Did you have another nightmare?” She noticed the shakiness in his voice, though he tried to hide it.

“I know what will help you.” She smiled as she got up and rested her chest on his back and wrapped her arms and legs around him.

He moved out of her embrace to look at her.

“You don’t need to console me, Rebekah.”

“Baby, I’m here for you. You know that. Through thick and thin. For better or worse…” She tried to hug him again.

“Don’t start that shit again.” This time, he moved to get out of her embrace completely.

“I just want to help. Let me in. What are your nightmares about? I can help you.”

“No. You can’t. You seem to be forgetting that you are just a fuck to me.”

He jumped off the bed, went into the bathroom and shut the door to make space between them. She was, in fact, just a fuck to him, and he made it known many times that that was all she would ever be. But still, she persisted. And now she hinted about mating with him. He shook his head in annoyance as he thought about that possibility. He knew that she would make a horrible Luna.

He stared at himself in the mirror… more like stared beyond himself. This haunting, this torture was maddening. He felt a pull to the woman he saw in the cottage, and it stayed in his mind that they could be the same person… but the feelings he got were completely different. He was constantly trying to get away from the woman in his dreams, but the woman in the woods… he didn’t want to leave her yesterday. He wanted to console her sad song, make love to her, fuck her, make her smile... but what if he does make her cry? He always believed that he would never hurt his mate; that he would cherish her... he hated that she was human, but he hoped that the fates had a reason for the pairing. How could a human mate make him stronger?

Frustrated, he grunted as he looked towards the door remembering that Rebekah was on the other side. He knew he should have listened to Max.

And as if on cue, she knocked on the bathroom door. "Baby, are you okay in there? Look, I know that I'm not your fated mate, but I also know that we can be great together."

He opened the door quickly and startled her. It made Lux chuckle in his mind.

"No more talking about mates. Got it?" He stated low and menacingly.

He couldn’t take it. Once he got her out of his room, and got out of the pack house, he went off into the darkness in Lux’s form. He wandered, letting Lux take control as he traveled. He hid inside of Lux’s mind trying not to overthink the dream…Her…The pain he caused her. What did he do?

Pierce looked through his wolf’s eyes and found himself at the clearing at the bottom of the hills. Lux wanted to see her again. He had come out here a few times in the last couple of weeks since the first time and watched her in amazement… singing, cleaning, cooking. She was in her own little world. Never suspecting that a wolf, the Alpha, was watching her. And he, never being able to clearly see her face.

As he traveled to her cottage, Lux noticed her scent was faint. It was just a lingering smell in the air that only he would notice. It wasn’t as strong as it normally was. And when he got to the road that led to her house, it was now a not very traveled area surrounded by trees. The clearing had disappeared. Lux picked up the pace and ran to her cottage, but it was gone. He tried to smell the air to catch her scent, but it was just as faint as when he found the now deserted road. Where did she go? Where did her cottage go? There were no signs that it ever existed.

Befuddled, Lux decided to walk around and try to see if he could pick up her scent. On a hunch, he walked back to the beginning of the now dilapidated road to see if he could pick it up there. Amazingly enough, he did. Though it was faint, it was stronger there than where her cottage should have been. Once her delicious scent was in his nose, he followed it…until it got stronger. And he finally found her cottage in a clearing a few miles away from where they had originally found her. The smoke billowing from her chimney confirmed that he was on the right track.

“A moving house?” Lux asked. “Why would our human mate live in a moving house?”

“There’s an enchantment of some kind. That’s for sure. I’m not losing her again.” Pierce stated with determination.