The Unknown

Chapter 8

Sophie's dream 

I walk alone under the stars  the darkness feels so comforting, the moon shines high overhead. I feel peaceful like I belong with the night. I think of all the wonders of the night, how part of the world sleeps whilst others thrive at this time. For me the night is full of mystery. I think of all the things that you miss at night. So many people have never looked up at the night sky to see its beauty. Most look at it in gear of the unknown. 

"Sophie" a soft voice whispers through the night air. I look to see if I can find the source of the voice but I am stood alone. I continue to walk and see the house I grew up in with my parents. I peer through the window there I sit alone playing with two wolves one black and one white. I remember these. I took them everywhere with me. As I play in my room a young boy comes in for the life of me I don't remember his name.  

"Hey, MooMoo" he says to me. I am no longer looking in I am now the younger me. 

"Hey, woofs" I giggle "Been howling much? My mummy said you do it to make me laugh" 

"Nuhuh, I do it cuz I'm going to be Alpha that makes me the boss" 

"Ow ye but my daddy said I will be the boss of you" I poke my tongue out at him. 

"Yeh well I'm. I-I don't care, you might be a good boss" he huffs and crosses his arms this makes me giggle all the more. We play in my room until called for dinner. That's where I see them. My father stands there with his dark black hair brushed back, and my mother with her long flowing blond hair that she pushes over her shoulder. My parents, they are here and alive. I never want to wake up from this dream

"We are still with you Sophie" the voice calls again "Remember Sophie, Remember this night, this was the night you left, the night you were taken from us"

I wake in a cold sweat. Something about my dream feels like it has happened before. Like a forgotten memory. Almost as if everything I know isn't true. I grab my journal and scribble down everything I can recall from the dream. I throbbing pain starts behind my left ear, I turn on my lamp and take a look.  My crescent moon birthmark looks inflamed. Could this have something to do with my dream. "No don't be silly Sophie" I say to myself then climb back into my bed but I can't get off to sleep. I try to justify the dream and make links, that this is the night they were killed and I am trying to keep it suppressed by hope that it didn't happen that way. 

At 5am I finally decide to get up I have laid for 2 hours trying to get back to sleep but that hasn't helped. I grab my running kit and decide this is a great time to run and clear my head. As I set off in the crisp early morning breeze my mind keeps flickering back to my dream. What did it mean. Not in a Freudian way but was it a suppressed memory, was it just my brain firing neurons making sense of stimuli of the day. I give my head a good shake and continue my run. After 20 minutes of running I reach the coffee shop that Jason brought me 2 I go in and grab a coffee. As I walk out coffee in hand, I get knocked and end up wearing it.

"I am so sorry" he says

I look to see Mr Day with a huge smile on his face almost as if he was happy he had done it. Well after last night he probably is happy to have almost burnt me. 

"Not a problem" I say trying to force a smile

"Let me get you another one" he says, gesturing towards the counter.

"Honestly it's fine" 

"No, no I insist" he grips my arm a little to tight. 

I don't want to cause a scene so I agree to him replacing the coffee that I am currently wearing once it has been remade I thank him and head to the door before he can call me back. 

I take a quick and careful jog 2 blocks before I begin to walk and enjoy my coffee. It doesn't take too long to finish the coffee and I can begin my run again. By the time I reach my apartment the sun is high in the sky. As I get to my floor I see a tall figure pacing back and for, in front of my door. 

"I don't recall a date on the cards for this morning" I say with a big grin on my face. When Jason looks at me there isn't a ounce of happiness. "Whats the matter?" I ask puzzled as I thought last night went really well. 

"Where have you been?" He says in his alpha voice I stand in front of him cross my arms and raise my eye brows, I am not one of his pack and I certainly don't have to answer to him. I move past him to unlock the door I leave the door open so he can follow me in. As he walks in he sighs. "I sent you a message, tried to call you and nothing. I called over to check you were okay and bring you breakfast" he holds up a bag from the bagel shop around the corner, "and you weren't here" he finishes looking down at his feet.

"I went on my early morning run as I had trouble sleeping last night and needed to clear my head. Grabbed a coffee ended up wearing the first one" I sigh gesturing to the lovely coffee stain all down my blue running top. I see him bite his lip to stop himself from laughing at me "then I carried on running from the frustration and here I am" I grab the bagel bag from him and sit down and the breakfast as my stomach rumbles "you are a life saver" I lean over and place a tender kiss on his cheek. I feel my cheeks fill with colour I quickly grab a bagel and take a bite trying to stop my thoughts from flying away with me. 

"So you like to run?" 

"Mmmhum" I mumble with a mouth full of food "it was a way I could get away and be on my own. Plus I always loved the idea of running with the wolves as a child, being free" 

"Makes sense, tell you what how about next time you want to go for a run I will take you to my favourite running spot" he raises and eyebrow to me. 

"Deal you best be prepared for random times of the day or night phone calls" I wink. 

"Moonflower I was born running" 

After an hour of stupid child like flirting he leaves. Parting with a kiss to the back of my hand and a promise of next time.