Someone's Watching
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Chapter 12: Someone's Watching.
Aria's POV.
Large eyes looked at me from above, coming closer and closer and closer, the sky around me darkening very quickly. I got up and ran, turning back to only find the eyes nearing more and more, but I continued to run.
I ran and ran, the air shifting through my eyes and hair, sweats pouring down my forehead in pellets, looking forward and weaving through trees to avoid the eyes. As I ran, my foot hit something hard.
I stumbled, falling, my feet dropping from the running and the impact. I grabbed my foot and screamed, my heart hurting badly. The eyes neared behind me, a reddish smile, physic underneath them.
I held my foot and watched as the figure neared closer and closer, screaming my lungs out as the red of its eyes engulfed me.
I opened my eyes to light, both lamps shut off before I'd gone to sleep. I opened my eyes to light, both lamps shut off before I'd gone to sleep. I was breathing heavily, my chest rising and falling beneath the sheets.
I breathed, getting up from my bed languidly. I was very tired. All that running had made my muscles sore, somehow. I looked at myself, looking around me, expecting something to happen, something from the dream.
It had felt so real, so real. Nothing had felt realer.
I held my breath and steadied myself, moving around the room, trying to walk off the feeling.
This wasn't fear.
It more than palpable. Not a fleeting emotion, but an understanding of some sort.
Dread.
I heard a knock. It was Kael.
“Hi.” I said as I opened the door. I was more than glad to see him. Anything to distract me from this feeling.
“What's going on? Something happened.” He was panicked, but somewhat calm, like he'd sensed whatever it was already. I breathed, walking back to my bed. I sat down, calmer. He sat beside me, taking me in his arms.
“You can talk to me, you know. I'm here. Tell me, what happened?” His eyes were questioning me with concern. He looked like he was in my shoes. He looked truly worried.
“Well, one minute I was sleeping, and then these pair of eyes were just following me everywhere. I don't know what they were, and I can't tell for the life of me why they were following me so much. I ran. I ran so hard. Now everywhere hurts.” I complained, and complained again, my muscles still aching.
“I had never felt so much fear before. I still feel it, lingering.” I looked away, the string of events replaying within me. He paused, looking at me with confused eyes. I figured it was because he was uncomfortable with the idea.
“Tell me that story again, exactly how it happened.” I braced myself to reimagine exactly what happened again.
“Where did you come from?” he asked, as my story ended.
His confusion was deepening. I could feel it.
“You know where I came from. The pack where I was rejected. Marcus.” I answered, confused at the obvious question.
“Do you have anything there that could be used to, like, track you?” My eyes widened slowly.
Was Marcus tracking me?
“Someone’s watching.” He said simply, studying my expression. My eyes widened again, staring at him, hoping that it wasn't what I was thinking.
“You cannot be serious.” My head was shaking, my palm tapping repeatedly against my thigh.
“Well, dreams like that only occur when you are being followed or watched. It's blood magic. Don't you know what blood magic is?”
“Well, I think it's pretty obvious that I do not know anything of what it is to be a werewolf, Kael. So please explain the meaning of this.” I was panicking now. My eyes were wide, sweat speeding down my face even quicker than when I began.
He took me and assured me, patting me down on the shoulder.
“It's all right. You're safe, I promise. Just breathe.” His patting was slow and sure.
I was getting annoyed.
I didn't need babying. I needed answers.
“But I need to know, Kael. I can't keep on like this. This is the first time I'm having even the slightest hint of a nightmare. Usually, my dreams are sad, not scary.” I looked down, more than confused.
I thought back to my childhood, growing with Alpha Cornelius. Silver pine Pack. The trying tasks, the mean words, the tearing down of my self esteem. In all those years, there was not a single happy moment.
Not a single reason to smile.
I thought things changed when I met Beta Marcus Kane. I thought my life was going to be turned around. That I'd finally have reason to smile. A reason to want to live again.
It wasn't any better.
Swallowing everything because there was nothing beyond it. I should be happy. I had a wolf. As an omega. I was counted as one of the lucky ones. I actually snagged a wolf.
And I was. Or at least I tried to be.
At least until he rejected me. Before everyone.
Usually my dreams were my escape, where I rejoined my parents and felt truly loved. Truly seen. Truly cared for.
The only sad part of things was when the dream ended, and I was thrown back to the original. Back to suffering.
“If this is a sign, then I need to know what kind of sign we're talking about. Please tell me, Kael. Let me know. Please tell me.” I was holding on to him now, begging for him to let me know what exactly was going on.
This was getting scarier by the minute, and I was getting even more scared as time went on.
I couldn't continue like this.
I couldn't continue living in fear of what came next.
I couldn't continue wishing and hoping only to be let down again and again. I couldn't continue running from something that I didn't even know what the hell it was.
I was beyond tired.
I just wanted peace.
Why was that too much to ask?
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