The Forgotten mate

Now (3)

The night was noisy. The city around me was too full of noise. It was coming from everywhere. The electric lights hum, the clattering of the cars nearby , the heavy rattling breathing of the people stumbling along the streets. yet they were distant in my awareness disinterested to me the most important thing was the trail. it was nothing I could see but i knew which way to go. i was on all fours and i ran my body sleek controlled i caught flashes around me my brothers i could all but feel them out there,we ran the wind a soft caress on my skin, my body alive from the sounds and sensations. we drew closer and closer to our quarry i saw nothing no sign of them but I knew we were drawing in on them. the light rain had left a thin film on the ground that splashed quietly beneath my feet as I chased down this trail relentlessly. I slowed rapidly , instinctively responding to the movements of my brothers as we drew closer to a clearing which was eerily quiet. I slunk into the shadows instinctively, my ears alert, seeking out any sound. I couldn't stop the growl rising from my throat. I shifted my eyes and ears on high alert. I froze, sensing more than seeing movement. My senses tensed even more. I felt the same tension being mirrored in my brothers. The darkness shifted, I leapt. I didn't hesitate and bit down. I felt my teeth taring through skin, and flesh snapping and tearing. It didn't phase me, blood flowed into my mouth, the metallic taste flooding through my body, awaking something so often dormant. My wolf was fully in control and I loved it . submitting totally to my feral side in the dark with my pack and the taste of blood in my mouth, I threw my head back and howled.

I awoke with a jolt, the sudden changes in my surroundings jarring me. I pushed myself up to Sitting instinctively, rubbing my hands across my skin on instinct, trying to banish the non-existent blood film from my skin. I pushed myself up to my feet and padded into the bathroom, my legs wobbling beneath me. I splashed water on my face trying desperately to dismiss the dream. These dreams always lingered around me longer than they should. The taste of blood lingered in my mouth. I scooped up a handful of water and swilled my mouth out. This did nothing to help the taste. I looked up in the mirror. I looked awful. My skin was pale and I had large black bags under my eyes. The alarm on my phone started beeping. God I hated that sound. I walked back to my bedroom and retrieved the phone. Growling in irritation, I muted the annoying alarm and padded back into the bathroom and began tugging a brush roughly through my long hair, wincing as the brush caught my tangles. The remnants of the dream would not fade. Most dreams were gone by now, but every so often I had a dream like this. The disturbing vivid dreams where the feelings, the scenes, the tastes, everything was just so intense and just refused to fade. I splashed some more water on my face.

'Wolves.' I muttered as I dried my face, ' why the f**k is it wolves,' that irritating bloody phone started beeping again, an unknown number. I pushed aside my instinct to reject it and clicked the green button.

'hello?'

'Hello, said a calm professional voice from the end of the line,' is this Miss Stephens?'

'speaking.'

'Hello, I'm Mackenzie. I am calling from .'

'the hospital.' i said, rubbing my forehead,

'Yes, your grandmother.'

'What's happened this time?'

'I'm afraid she experienced a pretty nasty fall and I'm afraid shes broken her hip.' I sighed,

' she will need a family member to sign her out and there will be an amount if rehabilitation and physical therapy over time.'

'Oh god I bet she loves that idea.'

'she was reluctant to give us any details to contact.'

'hmm so we wants me to come get her.'

'honestly... she needs someone... she doesn't want any help but we know she will need it.'

'Okay.' i said with a heavy sigh 'when do I come get her?'