The Mistletoe Dare

Question 1: Am I crazy?!

Last night was anything but restful. I had dreams of running through the trees so fast they blurred as I sped by. Then I was flying above the trees and as I looked down directly below me traveling at the same pace was a luminous large silvery lavender colored wolf. I’d never seen anything like it before. I kept feeling like something was chasing me and just as I was scared I might get caught by this ominous presence lurking in the dark I would catch sight of three other wolves. They caught up to the first wolf and the presence pulled back as if either afraid or just not ready. I felt scared of the dreams, weirdly exhilarated and even protected. I wish I understood even half of what was going on with me including the here and then gone voice in my mind.

‘Speaking of here and then gone. I sense the triplets nearby.’ Calypsa piped in smugly.

‘Great just great. I sooo wanted to hear from you again. Whoever you are.’ I say to her although I don’t really know why.

‘Sarcasm, while fun in practice, doesn’t suit this situation my dear unenlightened Kyra. Ignorance may have been bliss but the time is coming swiftly that you need to learn of your heritage, and who you really are. Who I am to you is part of that, and the easiest way for me to set you on the right path is to tell you I am you. Well, mostly. I am you but also separate and your dreams last not are trying to tell you who we are.’ Calypsa responded at length.

‘Yea, and that is not cryptic at all. Is there a room you can go to for a little while if you’re not going to be more helpful than that?’ I tell Calypsa hoping that she’ll give me more answers than that.

‘I can for now. The answers are something for you to find at your pace. If I give them before you’re ready it could destroy everything. When you next need me I’ll be here already having seen everything you see.’ And then she was silent.

I wonder how she knows the triplets are nearby. Not that I want to see them. Do I? Just thinking about them has my body and mind humming in anticipation. They’re gorgeous, but somehow I know they are also more enlightened than I am as Calypsa put it. She said my dreams hold the answers. I think the triplets hold some too starting with all that mate nonsense last night.

I think about my dream some more… there were three wolves. Three similar yet different looking wolves that I instinctively knew were protecting the unique silvery lavender one who looked like they were almost glowing with power. Could it be some sort of metaphor maybe? Although, I don’t see how the beautiful powerful she-wolf could possibly be me, but nothing else makes sense either. So I’m dreaming about wolves. Maybe the brothers are supposed to protect me from something. Apparently my subconscious has delusions of grandeur if that powerful wolf was me, and why the heck was I at one point flying. I have a talking alter ego in my brain. Most importantly why can’t I bring myself to address the dark presence that was chasing me just out of eyesight and how that felt like the most real tangible part of my dream? Or that I swear my bastard cheating ex had an evil red glow in his eyes last night as I was leaving?

Well, sitting in bed thinking about everything isn’t going to get me answers. I need a shower and maybe to shut my brain off for a second before coming up with a game plan. I blast my music in the restroom and get lost in the confidence boosting lyrics of Zara Larsson’s song WOW. Nothing does it quite like music and singing. As I finish my shower I feel ready to start figuring this s*** out. I tug on a form fitting vibrant mossy green sweater out of my closet as well as black jeans and pair of cute wedge heel black boots. I apply some light make up and not that the green sets of my red hair and blue green eyes nicely. Good. I need some confidence right now, and I need the triplets to hopefully be a little caught off guard and distracted because I’m not sure I’ll get straight answers otherwise. Other than the mate thing though I have no idea if I even have the ability to catch them off guard by looking nice. I mean, could the actual most gorgeous men I’ve ever seen be caught off guard by me? I know I’m pretty. I’ve got slim but not overly slender curves on a 5’8” frame, thick red wavy hair, vivid blue green eyes, and well taken care of peaches and cream skin because let’s face it, red heads have to be on top of skin care especially protection from the sun. I get my fair share of male attention but it seems like a stretch to think I could have much effect on the triplets who with their looks and probably money if the group they’re in is anything to go by could have anyone. I don’t know but I’m nothing if not persistent so I’m going to try anyway.

I head downstairs and make my way two blocks down to the campus coffee shop. I need a dirty spicy chai with my two shots of expresso and an orange scone stat. I’m keeping my eyes out since Calypsa said they were nearby and I feel like they’re close but I haven’t seen them yet. I’m enjoying my scone at little table in open courtyard outside the shop when I feel a prickly feeling like the little hairs on the back of neck are standing up. I look around as subtly as I can instinctively knowing that I don’t want to make it obvious. I see Jackson across the way and while I don’t want to see or deal with him I’m not sure if he is what set me on edge. I need to get out of here. I make a hasty retreat down a side road past the library. I’d been speed walking for a while when I suddenly felt a calm come over me and decided to duck inside the Historic Lord Mansion and coach house next to me. It’s one of my favorite spots. Rich with the history of Olympia and commissioned by Clarence J. Lord who was the mayor in 1902-3. Wohleb created it in a Southwest style different to much of Olympia, WA. The Spanish colonial villa was surrounded by lush lawns and the classic architecture always seemed to pull me back in time. I wondered why I felt calm here other than the beautiful surrounding when awareness brought tingles flowing up my spine. They’re here.

I turn into the wood surround library for privacy. There weren’t hardly ever people here at this time of morning but I didn’t want an audience just in case. As I expected, after a minute they ducked into the library too. I remembered Alex and Amadeus’s names but realized I never got the name of the one I met outside the restroom who had given the simultaneous smart, cuddly and strong silent vibes.

“ Alex, Amadeus, and I’m sorry but I didn’t get your name last night?” I ask inquiringly to the last one.

“I’m Ace, the youngest and best of the three. Amadeus is the oldest and most bor— I mean responsible of us, and Alex… is the middle and he’s uh— the least responsible. It’s nice to see you again Kyra,” he says with a winning smile and I wonder if I need to reassess the silent assessment since he acted as spokesperson.

“Great. Now that pleasantries are out of the way. Will someone please explain what the f*** was that last night? Why did you call me mate? What the hell were those other voices? Why am I dreaming about wolves and flying? And most importantly, Am I going f***ing crazy?!