I sat the next day thinking again about everything. I know something is about to happen and I have started feeling it.
I sat there lost in thought, I couldn't help but feel that something big was about to happen. My mind was racing with a million questions. Would I forgive Marcus and take him back? Or would I decide to move on and leave him behind?
I replayed the conversation with Marcus over and over again in my head, trying to make sense of it all. Did he love me, or was he just trying to manipulate me again? How could I trust him after what he had done?
I tried to distract myself by focusing on other things, but my thoughts kept drifting back to Marcus. I wondered what he was doing at that moment. Was he thinking about me too? Did he regret what he had done? Those he just wants to toil with my heart?
I walked outside, the pack is just going on with its problems. We are somehow alone in the world, thinking and thinking of ways to better our life and longings. I know the Goddess mother was right but there is something she didn't explain to me.
I know I woke up the night before I met Marcus from a dream I don't understand. It was a world full of things I can't explain.
In the dream, I was standing in a dark, misty forest. The trees were tall and twisted, and their branches seemed to reach out and grab at me as I walked by. I was alone, but I could sense that I wasn't alone. There are things in the darkness. Things I couldn't tell. Then sounds. Strange sounds coming from a fringe. I was not afraid at first. I was going to face it.
As I walked deeper into the forest, I saw a figure in the distance. It was hard to make out who or what it was, but I felt drawn to it. It became darker and I wanted to run but then I couldn't run.
When I got closer, the figure became clearer, and I realised it was a wolf. But not just any wolf, it was a huge, black wolf with eyes that seemed to glow in the dark. Eyes saying things.
I became drawn to it. I don't know why. I wanted to know.
The wolf didn't attack me, but instead, it led me deeper into the forest. I followed it for what felt like hours until we reached a clearing. In the centre of the clearing was a pool of water, and standing by the edge was Marcus. He was wearing gold. An armour and blood were coming from his eyes. I was surprised.
That's when I woke up, feeling both confused and intrigued by the dream. I couldn't help but wonder what it meant and if it had any significance to my current situation with Marcus.
There is something out there. Something I need to look for. I don't know what it is. I need to discover it. I need to know.
As the day went on, I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was about to change. I felt like I was standing on the edge of a cliff, unsure of whether to take the leap or stay where I was.
Then, I heard a sound. Outside. Damn, what just happened. When I reached outside, I saw the pack engulfed in flames. The bright orange and yellow flames licked the sky, creating a fierce and intense heat. Smoke billowed upwards, creating a thick black cloud that darkened the surrounding area. The sound of wood crackling and burning was deafening, drowning out all other noise. The air was thick with the smell of smoke and burning wood, making it difficult to breathe. I felt a sense of panic rising within me as I saw the destruction before me.
Ethan rushed to me. He grabbed my right and pulled me towards the exit he managed to create.
We ran through the chaos, dodging flames and falling debris. I could hear the howls and screams of our packmates in the distance. My heart pounded in my chest as we made our way towards safety.
Finally, we burst through the burning walls and into the open air. I coughed and gasped for breath, my eyes stinging from the smoke. Ethan held onto me tightly, making sure I was okay.
"What's happening?" I asked him, my voice hoarse.
"I don't know," he said, looking around at the destruction. "But we have to get everyone out of here."
We raced around, helping any survivors we could find. Some had already transformed and were fighting against the attackers, but there were too many of them. They were heavily armed and seemed to be targeting our pack specifically.
As we fought, I couldn't help but wonder who could do this to us. Who would want to destroy the pack and hurt so many innocent people? Was it related to my dream? Or was it something else entirely?
We managed to get most of the pack out, but not everyone made it. The loss weighed heavily on all of us, and I could see the fear and sadness in everyone's eyes.
"We have to find out who did this," Ethan said firmly. "And make sure they pay for what they've done."
I nodded in agreement, feeling a sense of determination taking over. "We will," I said, my voice steady despite the chaos around us. "But first, we need to regroup and make sure everyone is safe."
Ethan squeezed my hand. "You're right. Let's get everyone to a safe location and then figure out our next move."
We worked together to get the survivors to a nearby town where we could rest and regroup. As we settled in, I couldn't help but think about what had happened. The attack seemed too coordinated to be a random act of violence. Someone had planned this, and I was determined to find out who.
As we sat around a fire, discussing our next steps, my mind kept going back to my dream. Was there a connection? Or was I just grasping at straws? I needed answers, but I didn't know where to start.