Chapter 52 Confusing feelings
Confusing.feelings
Milo pov
I was drowning in an endless sea of darkness and nothingness.
There was no single presence of light or warmth around me. My heart lurched in terror, my throat ached from my screaming that wouldn't come out.
The dream world had shattered and plunged me and everything into a deeper level of nothingness. My brain felt like cottonwood. I couldn’t think nor process anything around me in the void, leaving me with nothing but darkness and despair.
Slowly all my senses became numb, and it terrified me more than anything…, what would happen to me when I finally lost all my senses?
Would I just vanish into nothingness?
I was floating…or falling. I couldn’t tell which was which. All my senses had tripped off like a bulb switch. Balance, smell, sense of hearing, sense of touch, everything had long since gone numb. I couldn’t even control my limbs again.
Slowly I was dying in this strange world…I felt the world slowly vanishing no matter how I struggled to stay awake…I was slowly tripping off, just like my senses.
I sighed, there was no need to fight a losing battle. I thought, stopping my struggles as I let the darkness invade my consciousness.
But suddenly, I felt it.
A pull, it was faint at first, but I opened my eyes, latching onto the pull, and like something that grabbed my chest, I felt my body being yanked thousands of miles through the empty space.
Immense pain tore through my body. Real pain.
That is supposed to be a good thing right?
“Mate!!” a voice sounded, I could swear I heard it rebound in my head.
The white light at the end of the tunnel became bigger and brighter as I flew closer, filling my vision until it swallowed me whole.
I gasped, choking on my saliva. As my body struggled to adjust to the foreign substance called, air, that invaded my lungs with force, eliciting a chain of coughing.
my heart pounded like an athlete's that just completed a 200meters marathon.
I was… breathing?
My eyes snapped open, The ceiling above me came into focus, before it blurred again as a throbbing pain exploded at the back of my head.
I winced as I turned to the side… And froze.
I saw him,
Master!
He had a worried expression on his face as he stared at me. It was the first time I had seen such a delicate, almost soft expression on his face. His face hovered around mine for a second too long, but I frowned, he was bleeding from his palms., and my lips…
I touched the liquid dripping down my lips.
Blood?
Master had given me his blood! What does that even mean?
My throat burned as if the blood had suddenly turned to acid. My whole body trembled, confused at what was happening and cold at the same time, despite the dark room, but something deeper than instinct recognized him.
“Master” I repeated in a croaked voice.
And with that one word, everything came back rushing back like a dream. The memories of the evil reflection, that feeling of pain and fear. That feeling of loneliness…
I shivered as the memories of my torment flashed in my head. It was not something I wanted to feel for the second time.
I tried to sit up, but a sharp pain cracked through my whole body. I couldn’t help the scream that escaped my mouth. At the same time Master moved…
I clutched my head, but what shocked me wasn't the pain that continued to bite at me like a soldier ants, it was masters that had reached out for me.
“Stay back, you are not yet strong enough to stand up” he said, his hands clamping on my shoulders to prevent me from rising.
Then came the pull. My body shivered from his mere words. Lior, my wolf who kept on howling sounds of joy since I woke up, purred like a soft kitten.
It was like a strange, magnetic pull that tugged deep in my heart like an invisible thread was tied to my soul to the man sitting in front of me.
I couldn’t stop looking at him. Hell, I was staring at him, moping would be the right choice of words. I noticed the small details I didn't even know existed until now…
The steady rhythm of his chest rising and falling, and the more I stared, the more it felt like my heartbeat was beating in rhythm with his, being pulled into its mysterious rhythmic dance.
The way his jaws locked in a tight hold, like he was holding back a raging storm from letting loose. A small scar ran through his cheeks down to his neck, disappearing into the collar of his clothes. It was something I had never noticed before. His hair was slightly disheveled, like he had been running his hands through it too many times.
And his eyes… gods, his golden eyes have never been too bright.
Every movement, every breath, every shift of his body felt magnified to me.
I should have been afraid of him.
But I couldn’t stop staring. I inhaled the air, the rich scent of lavender mixed with ash, flooded my senses, that were a little too heightened. It was stronger and richer than before. My wolf inside me stirred.
My heart pounded furiously in my chest.