The Alpha Who Fell In Love With A Star.

This dream is my favorite one. It always starts with the soft grass beneath my bare feet. The sound of a trickling stream over rocks as I walk noiselessly through the field, small yellow and white flowers swaying in the wind. I breathe in deep and smell fresh rain and cedar wood tinged in smoke as the warm breeze wisps around me like a cloak. The blue glowing outline of a comet being trailed by the entire nights sky of stars seems to be falling into the lake in the valley. I stand staring in awe as the storm builds in the distance. The electric buzz of lighting threatened to join the terrifyingly beautiful scene happening before me. The sudden sound of twigs breaking and someone growling my name in the dark, breaks my gaze. I feel the warmth of their breath as they grab me gently from behind pulling me closer. I turn around to see who it is and I find myself in my room under the covers trying to blink out the sunlight, the alarm clock blares 7:15 am. The smell of fresh rain and cedar smoke briefly lingers in the room. Leaving me feeling lonely and cold, with goose bumps on my skin. With a yawn, I struggle to kick off the blankets I'm tangled in. As I lay there looking at the glittering rainbow of lights bounce from the ornaments of crystals dangling In my window. It seems the sun wants to remind me it's time to join reality. Blinking away the disappointment of being awake. I hit the snooze button, and roll over to see the muddy boots and even muddier clothes leading a trail to the claw tub bathroom in the adjoining room. My curly brown hair is still damp on the pillow. I remember how I got caught in a rain storm last night coming back down the mountain from my favorite painting spot. Luckily it broke about a half mile from the house and I would have shifted into my wolf and ran the rest of the way here. I had my canvases and paints with me and that's a bit hard to hold when you're running on all four paws. there is a light. knocking coming from my front door, I glanced at the clock again. 8:45 am ! By the goddess what is with my timing lately! I jump up and grab the sweatpants and hoodie hanging on the back of my bathroom door and tried to avoid slipping in the mud. I run to the door and open it widely to see my best friend Marcy holding a tray of what I'm hoping are orange cranberry muffins from her grandma's kitchen. I do a little jazz hand shake and say "tada" at the mess leading from the living room into my bedroom like I'm displaying an art show. She giggles and pinches some of the muffin off and throws it at me. "don't pretend you didn't loose track of time again. I knew you would be still in bed by the time I got here. that's why I gave you an extra 30 minutes of beauty sleep. Yesterday was your first full day off in over a month!" I laugh and give her a big hug and a little friendly kiss on her cheek. I reach for the muffins and pop a bite in my mouth faining indignation. me? out late in the woods? lost in time? never? She rolls her eyes replying "I can never tell if you're here on the ground with us, or floating in the clouds with the stars." She heads for the kitchen switching on the tea kettle on the counter. I start grabbing the muddy clothes and head into my very wet bathroom and throw everything in the tub. " I'll turn the water on to give a nice soak before washing them." I thought as I filled the mop bucket and start mopping up the mud. Marcy is in the kitchen grabbing mugs and humming her I have juicy news song. Quickly I turn the running water off in the tub and walk out to the living room grinning. I pull a chair out and sit down at the already set table, she casually walks around the kitchen humming. The kettle whistles. I smile and lean back in my chair after she pours the hot water in my mug filling the air with a spicy smell of chia tea. and hers mingles with a sweet cinnamon coffee. I grab the muffins and through mouthfuls I start to grill the red head sitting at my breakfast table. "spill it Marcy, before the red hair of yours catches on fire from the hot gossip you're hoarding." she looks up and coyly says "what ever are you talking about." as she picks at the muffins. I raise my eyebrow as a blow on the hot tea to cool it down. she caves at once. "Alpha Jackson is having a meeting and is inviting all the neighboring alphas and their betas and gammas. There is something big going on and the pack house is in a tizzy about it." "ok, what does any of that have to do with us?" I ask. she continues "grandma got a visit from Luna Emily last night to talk about the catering plans. It seems like the meeting might be about a week. They need to go through old maps to reselect boundary lines. Grandma wants to know if you could help out since this is a pretty big job." I smile at her, Of course I will help! I'll need to check with my boss and see if I can take a few extra days to get everything planned." Marcy nods in agreement " we knew you would be up for it. Both grandma and Luna Emily don't think old man Travis would mind if you take a few extra days from the book shop off since it's for the alpha and luna." She grins devilishly, and winks over almost empty cups and muffin crumbs. "who knows, Maybe there will be some handsome single guys there. I even heard there is a relative to the king coming." she starts to get that look on her face as she starts thinking about all the young handsome men fawning over her. I just responded with " when is the meeting?" her face looked like I just spoke a different language in response and kicked her wolf while I did it. "what?" I said "what? I just told you there will be sexy hot single betas and gammas at the meeting and you went straight into work mode." she pouts her lips and crams the last bit of her muffin in her mouth. I let out a heavy sigh, placed my mug on the table and leaned over to grab her hand. "Marcy you pouty wonderful baby of mine, I want to help out, I love to cook. I love this town and how accepting it has been towards me since I got off that bus. I love you and grandma Susan. I even love your whirlwind mess of a brother." we both laugh at that statement. "when you find you're mate you're going to go off and live a wonderful life. If he doesn't treat you right I'll be there to put him in his place. but what if I don't have a mate? what if I'm super happy to stay in this little house and paint and see your kids grow up and make lives for themselves. please don't worry you're self over my hypothetical mate. you and I both know you're way more worried about what shoes you're wearing to the meeting. " she throws her hands up in defeat and says "ok. you got me. will you come spend the night and help me look at my closet." I wink and say "of course but I'm not helping you hang up the mess." we laugh knowing gosh dang well I will. she stands up to clean the table and finally I get my answer. "the meeting is in two weeks on the full moon so they want a lunar themed dessert tray. grandma wanted me to ask you to use you're creative mind and help plan the menu." I look over at my art studio and know I won't be anywhere near it for awhile. I get up and grab a few journals tucking them into my backpack and say "I already have a few things in mind let's head over soon and see what ingredients we are working with." she peaks her head around the corner, "Jade I think you need to finish getting ready first." I look at the mirror in the hallway to see my brown curls in a messy bed head state and a inside out hoodie. I groan. and shoot her a look of why didn't you say anything.and head to the bathroom to start brushing my crazy hair. get fed up and twist it in a messy bun. I hear Marcy digging in my drawers and pulling out clothes she wants me to wear. I come out to see her sitting on my bed looking through my journal book. I have always let her have the freedom to do so. but the journal is new and the drawings in them are all pictures from the dreams I've been having every night the last few months. I felt a bit vulnerable and don't understand why. I stand there and clear my throat. she looks up, "the dreams again." "yes " I say sadly. they aren't all like the one I had this morning. I wish it was, I'd never wake up again if that was the case.but the glowing eyes in the dark, the sounds of chains, the screams and smell of fear. that's what she is looking at. I tense up and reach for the book .she doesn't need to see that, she doesn't fight it and closes it up and hands it to me. tears in her eyes. I hate seeing her tears, so I change the subject while changing into the clothes she had laid out for me. jeans, tan tennis shoes with light pink socks and a mint green fitted sweat shirt. my favorite color to go with my name. she is one of the few people I am truly comfortable being around to the point we aren't shy about our bodies. I have a star shaped birth mark on my right breast and she is always trying to get me to wear clothes that show it off. it never works. I didn't have those dreams last night I had the happy one. she perked up, "the smell of smoke and cedar?" I nod and she grabs my backpack, tosses it to me as we head out of the house. she listens as I start to tell her the dream with the growling voice. and the cloak of comforting smells as we head to the bakery.