From the Shadows of Darkness into the Light

Aidan’s POV Bright, fluorescent lights exploded before my eyes as I approached a young woman running and dancing through a field of various flowers. Algonquin’s deep thunderous voice rippled through my mind. “Mate!” As I tried to make out any features of her face, it seemed as though she was suddenly relieved I was there. As quickly as she had appeared, she suddenly disappeared. I bolted upright from my bed in a cold sweat, surrounded once again in my world of darkness. The darkness my new norm these last six months, ever since I was cursed by that cunt Seraphina Nightingale. To think I thought I once loved her. Not wanting to dwell on her, I felt around my nightstand for the alarm, pressing on the button to hear it was 4:30 a.m. It had been months since the accident that took my vision, and every night since that girl had appeared in my dreams. I could feel Algonquin’s frustration and anger seep over me. The Moon Goddess could be a cruel b***h, I mean for f**k sakes, she chose Algonquin; “he who keeps watch”, to be not only my wolf but the Alpha of the Diamond Moon Pack. I swung my legs over the side of the bed, trying to shake off the dream and the feeling of Algonquin's ever-present frustration from my mind. It was still dark outside, the only sound coming from the gentle hum of the air conditioner. As I stood up, I felt my way to the window and slid it open, letting in the cool night air. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to calm my racing heart. The dream had felt so real, like I had actually been there in that field with the young woman. But who was she? And why did she keep appearing in my dreams? I had no answers, only more questions. I made my way to the bathroom and splashed some water on my face, hoping to shake off the remnants of the dream. As I dried my face, I heard a soft knock on my door. It was probably Emily, my housekeeper. "Come in," I said, trying to sound awake and alert. The door opened and I heard Emily's soft footsteps as she made her way into the room. "Good morning, Alpha Blackwood. I brought your breakfast." "Thank you, Emily," I said, trying to sound more awake this time. As she set the tray down on the nightstand, I could smell the aroma of fresh coffee and warm croissants. It was one of the few things that could still bring me some joy, the taste and smell of good food. "Is there anything else you need, Alpha?" Emily asked. "No, thank you. That's all for now." "Alright then, I'll leave you to your breakfast." As she left the room, I recalled how Emily had become an important part of my life. She was a sweet, elderly woman with a warm smile and kind eyes. She had been working as a housekeeper for me since the accident, and over that time, she had grown to care deeply for me. Emily had a gentle way about her, almost like a grandmother. She was always eager to help, whether it was preparing meals, doing laundry, or simply chatting with me about my day. She knew firsthand the challenges that came with being blind, having had a child who had lost her sight many years ago. When I had first hired her, I had been hesitant to accept her help. I didn't want to burden anyone with my disability, but Emily had a way of making me feel at ease. She had patiently taught me how to navigate my home, helped me organize my belongings, and even accompanied me on walks around the pack lands at first. Over time, I had come to rely on Emily's assistance, not just for the physical tasks but for the emotional support she provided as well. She had become a trusted confidant, and I knew that I could always count on her to be there for me. To Emily, working for her Alpha wasn't just a job, it was a calling. She felt a sense of purpose in helping those who were visually impaired, and she took great pride in her work. It was clear to anyone who knew her that she was doing what she loved, and that she genuinely cared for my well-being. As I sat down at the table and took a sip of the hot coffee, I enjoyed its strong and bitter taste, just the way I liked it. I took a bite of the croissant and savored the buttery flakiness. As I ate, I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was different about this morning. Maybe it was the dream, or maybe it was something else. I just couldn't put my finger on it. I finished my breakfast and got dressed, preparing to start another day in a world of darkness. As I made my way to the door, I felt Algonquin's presence once again, a constant reminder of what I had lost. But I refused to let my blindness define me. I was still the Alpha of the Diamond Moon Pack, and I would do whatever it takes to protect my pack and find a way to regain my sight.