The Alphas Elemental Goddess

Living in Dreamland

Her

Sitting around the breakfast table watching my pack enjoy their meal with light conversation and smiling faces is something that will take some getting used to. We journeyed our way north for nearly two months until we finally came across Shadow Rock Pack. After we received help from two pack warriors Danielle and Blaze in locating a relator and finding a house that suited us, we bought it. We moved in immediately buying everything that we needed. Although I decided that it was best for us to remain unknown we masked our scents. Katherine quickly transformed our house into a home. Now would be a good time to scope out our surroundings and find out how far out the pack patrols. I excuse myself and make my way out into the woods. The air is crisp but for a wolf nothing we can't handle. However, in the colder months, I will have to remember that we need to dress like humans. Although being in the north it is colder more than anything and running warm is about to become quite inconvenient.

I’m so lost in thought that I don’t realize just how far I've wandered. I come to a beautiful opening in the woods with sunlight shining through. The area seems to have been abandoned for years. There is a stone gazebo planted in the center of the opening. Moss has grown up the sides, and the pillars are cracking. It has to have been built over a century ago. Still, it has stood strong and untouched for years.
Why would something so beautiful be abandoned out here?

A breeze blows out of nowhere, almost pushing me toward the gazebo. I can’t lie; I do want to investigate it a little bit. I walk closer to the gazebo and up onto the first step. I put my hand up and placed it on a crack in the gazebo; it was cold. I close my eyes and take in the feeling of the old gazebo. I'm wondering what crazy things this old structure must’ve seen. When I open my eyes, I’m outside of the gazebo, looking back at it. Hundreds of wolves surround the gazebo, all looking at me. I feel an arm hook around mine as my hand instinctively grabs the crook of the elbow.
 
I turn to see an older man with gray hair and bright white eyes like mine. He stands tall at about 6' 2"; pride shines through his eyes as he looks at me, but I don’t know him. I finally see my reflection in his eyes. My black hair is braided into a crown with a beautiful golden crown with emeralds on it. My face is slightly different; I don’t have my nose pierced; it’s missing. Also, the scar on my eyebrow is gone. This isn’t me; this isn’t my body. I look down. I’m wearing a very intricate blush-colored gown. The fabric feels expensive; even the fabric I’m grabbing on the man's arm feels expensive, almost like silk that only royals wear. I look at him again, and my heart flutters with love—not intimate but like family. He’s my father, or whoever’s body I’m in’s father.


We begin walking forward, and the sea of wolves begins to close around us as we make our way toward the gazebo. It looks newer, not as old. We make it up onto the gazebo and turn to face the crowd. The old man releases my arm and takes a couple of steps back, bowing to me. My hands hold each other in front of me very properly. My chin raises slightly as everyone else begins to bow, baring their necks, as a show of respect.
 My attention is pulled when a man emerges from the woods like he is lurking in the shadows. Everyone remains bowed, still not rising, waiting for this person that I am to approve. This man is about the same age as the woman I am; he is about 5’9" with dark black hair and cold blue eyes. An overwhelming amount of anger flows through me—her, whatever the hell is going on here. For some reason, I know his name, and I can hear all of her thoughts. They are overwhelming and full of anger. Her wolf is adding in murderous ideas that she has for him. I can’t seem to find the reason for the anger; there is so much going on in her head that I can’t sort through it.


"Well, isn’t this a delight?" The guy's voice is so deep that it sends an uncomfortable chill down her spine.


"You're a long way from home, Gregory." Her voice is full of power and authority, but it comes out like silk.


"It would seem so." I don’t understand how she can respond so naturally when she feels so angry.


"Why are you here?" His body stiffens. I’ve never witnessed a woman’s command work on an alpha. I can feel his power, but to her, it seems small and powerless.


"I came to seek your hand in marriage now that you are of age to take your rightful place."
I hear a laugh coming from her head; her wolf is nearly rolling around laughing. A small peep of a smile graces her face, but I feel her quickly tighten her face to stone once more. Thoughts of a true mate swarm her brain, and her wolf whimpers in desire for him, whoever he may be.


"My hand you may not have, for there is another that shall bestow that upon me." Instantly, the man's face turns to one of anger, his cold, lifeless eyes filling with rage.


"Leave now; you have overstayed your welcome in my territory."


Suddenly, a cool gust of wind hits me, knocking the air out of my lungs. I open my eyes, and it’s dark. My hand is still on the gazebo. I yanked my hand away from it, feeling the warmth return to my fingers. My senses come back, and reality hits me. I’ve been gone for way too long. I jump from the gazebo, landing right at the tree line because of my wolf strength. I take off running, my feet digging deep into the ground. I easily retrace my steps and, thankfully, don’t sense a single wolf out here, so I can make it a straight shot.
 
I make it back to the cabin, and I can call home now within 2 minutes. After a scolding from Maverick and a burning hot shower, I collapse onto my bed and allow the darkness to tug at my consciousness.


 
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A newborn. I’m rocking a newborn in my arms. She has white eyes and black hair, like me. I’m not myself again; I’m the lady from before. I’m in her body once more. I can see that I am older; my skin is still flawless, but my eyes hold more wisdom. I feel her body begin to tingle and her heart flutter. The baby finally closes her eyes to sleep. I feel strong hands land on my hips, and sparks erupt, trickling all over my skin. He kisses the back of her head, and just from her thoughts, I know that he is tall—about six feet, even. His hair is a lighter black, and his eyes are also white. He is beautiful, and the love that they have for each other is breathtaking.
 
A blinding white light. 
I’m in the forest, but I’m still not myself. A small cabin sits behind me in a small open area. I sit on the porch, as she does. He runs past, being chased by a beautiful 2-year-old girl. She tags him and runs the other way away from him. He teleports in front of her and tags her. He begins running, and she giggles; the sound is so heavenly and adorable. She, of course, catches him, but when he chases her, she disappears. Her heart drops, and fear runs through her head as her stomach turns. She stands and begins running, looking frantically for the little girl the man doing the same thing. Then, crying, she looks up and sees her standing on the roof, crying. She teleports up and grabs her baby, teleporting back to the ground. They both hugged her tight, and relief filled her mind and heart.

The gazebo appears before me, but it’s dark, and the smell of blood floods my senses. My eyes dart around the bodies littering the floor. I can feel my heart shatter with every face I lay eyes on. Why would someone do this to them? Why would someone do this to her? All she is thinking is, why slaughter her people? So many bodies and the dark energy in the air are suffocating her. It’s suffocating me; I can’t breathe. Darkness surrounds her, and everything else fades away. I try shouting for help, but nothing escapes my mouth. I scream and scream, and then I’m pulled from my dream.
 
I open my eyes. Maverick is holding me in his arms. Kat stands behind me. I jump up and look around the room; everything is normal except for the concern and worry radiating off of Mav and Kat.
 
"Why don’t you try to get some sleep, Kat? I’ll take care of Millie." She nods, giving me one last concerned look, then walks out of the room.
 
"Mills?" His voice was almost a whisper, looking sad.
 
I broke. I couldn’t take it. I couldn’t breathe. The countless night terrors are full of others' blood. I began crying hysterically in his arms, almost not able to catch my breath, just like in the dream I had just woken from, which caused me to sob even harder. Eventually, my tears slow down, and he places me in bed. I begin to panic, but he then lays beside me, wrapping me in his arms. I sob into his bare chest as he draws circles on my back. He whispers sweet nothings in my ear about how safe I am. He is comforting me as much as possible. Until eventually, the darkness envelopes me and I embrace it with open arms.
 



The next morning, I woke up in an envelope of warmth. I open my eyes hazily and see Maverick’s stunning face. As if he knew I was staring at him, he opened his forest-green eyes and looked at me shyly. I smile at him and bask in the comfort I get every time I lay in his arms. He jumps out of bed, and I follow.


"I’m sorry for staying uninvited; I just didn’t want to wake you by getting out of bed." He looks at me nervously.
 I walk up to him and grab his shoulder, getting on my tippy toes, and he bends down to me. I kiss him on the cheek and wrap my arms around him tightly.
"Thank you, I slept so much better," I say into his chest before I walk into the bathroom, leaving him there.
 
I hop in the shower and turn it too hot. The room fills with fog quickly, and I begin thinking of my dream last night. It was traumatic; I could still smell the overwhelming scent of blood. A chill runs down the length of my spine and I recall the heart-wrenching feelings of me or her losing everyone she loves. It's sickening to feel her heart shatter from the loss of her loved ones just as mine did when I lost mine. It's something you never come back from.