Omega's Rise: From Rejected Mate to Savior

Episode 7

Gwen's POV

It's been three days or more. As I lay in my bed, my body was slowly beginning to heal under the expert care of the beautiful lady who I learned her name is Nora. I noticed a particular herb she used on my injuries and when I asked her what they were, she called them the lunar bloom flower. It has delicate petals and a soft ethereal glow to it.

And I am sure it is as a result of that flower which Nora said enhances healing, I don't feel any sting, pain, or discomfort from my injuries as it seems the flower had worked its gentle magic on me. My injuries at this moment were almost dried up and I could also feel its soothing presence even hours after being applied. It was a balm for not only my body but my weary soul.

I slowly drifted off to sleep as the room around me slowly blurred and faded away from my vision. I assume this was also a result of the flower because sleeping has become easier than before. I noticed that my sleep these days was being haunted by strange and vivid dreams. At first, I noticed a small ornate box whose lid had intricate carvings covering it.

As mysterious as the box was, it was still very beautiful. A work of art that seems to be covering a lot of secrets that were kept in depth.

I always find myself opening the box and inside it is a glowing crystal that's nestling in a bed of black velvet. The glow from the crystal, underneath it has a light pulsing through, gently like a heartbeat of its own which seems fascinating.

I always felt unsettled and troubled after each sleep and the dream has left me. Why was I having such a dream? I haven't dreamed about anything in a long while. Not until I stepped foot into this pack, did I confront what was going on without looking like someone who has a bad omen.

The image of the box and the crystal glow and its light heartbeat pulsing remained long on my mind even after waking up. And each night, the dream only grows more intense, revealing new, more objects and symbols I can't comprehend! Ancient writing that seems like instructions or what have you, I could be wrong about the writing but they were glowing with an amber warning.

These dreams were always so vivid and real that I always felt like I am in it, experiencing it and not just looking at it like a movie or picture. One night, I came across an ancient-looking book in my dream, and the worn-out leather binding of the book cracked and faded with age. The book seemed to exude a silent power. I turned each page of the book and it was blank but felt like it held the wisdom of ages in each page.

All the objects I have come across in my dreams, I always felt an inexplicable pull towards them, I don't know why but there is a sense of importance to it that I can't put a finger to.

It is important to know and understand and even use as it applies to me through unseen knowledge. I am always disoriented and confused after each dream. I wanted to know what they meant. I wanted to know why I feel they are so impulsive. But all the questions I have concerning this issue gnawed at me with the answers far out of my reach! I have no one to relate all these with in the Moonfang pack. I can't afford to be pulled back to my former way of living because of a series of dreams I don't understand.

Most nights, I dread sleeping because I was afraid of what I might see again in my dream. And today I dreamed of little mysterious creatures that were trying to reach out to me, speaking in a language I can't comprehend. They chased me throughout the forest.

I woke up with a startle as my heart raced a marathon and I noticed the sheets on the bed were drenched with sweat. I looked around me as I took in the darkness of the room and its deafening silence.

I laid still with my mind reeling from what I had just seen and gone through in my dream as I tried so hard to make sense of it. My sleep has been plagued and I couldn't even sleep properly! My dreams had become more than just a figment of my imagination like I thought.

I lay in the darkness with my eyes wide open so just in case I saw those creatures from my dream, in the room, I can easily dash out of the room. Just then the door creaked open and a ray of silver light spilled into the room. I turned slightly to see Alpha Blake standing by the doorway as his silhouette was framed by the dim light from the hallway.

“Are you okay, Gwen?” He asked me with a voice filled with concern.

“I don't think so,” I admitted after sitting up. I brushed my hair back from my face with my trembling hands.

“You don't think so? What happened?” He asked as he stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. He walked straight to the bed and sat down beside my stretch-out legs.

“I had a bad dream! A nightmare!” I admitted with a shaky voice.

“Tell me about them! It might have something to do with your past. You were through a lot in the past, in Derek's hand so I understand but tell me about it,” he requested as he looked into my eyes with care and assurance.

“The dream…” I paused as I looked at him, can I tell him what I was actually seeing and feeling? He might look understanding and caring but who will want to be involved with someone like me? I haven't heard anything about my case.