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Ok guys, i mentioned it before but my original idea for this book has changed...drastically. And hopefully within the next few chapters you will all be able to start piecing things together.
But I have to give it to you lovely readers, either I am unoriginal as fuck, or you guys have some ability to read my mind, but quite a few of you have already made some guesses regarding the last chapter. I'm not going to say anything more about it because it will all become clearer within the next
two/three chapters, but I just wanted to thank you all for being amazing and supportive and for commenting and voting.
I love you all,
Rose x
My eyes fluttered open when I felt the shock of icy cold wind around me. I had to blink a few times before I could see clearly and when I did, I screamed, the noise echoing painfully through the silent air.
I was no longer in the comfort of Zac's warm bed, but instead sprawled out on the fields outside the packhouse, drenched in blood. I was so shocked at the sight of the red liquid that had soaked my clothes and covered my hands that it took me a few moments to look around and when I did, I screamed again.
All around me was destruction and chaos. Dead bodies littered around me, the forest and the pack house were up in flames, the ground where dead bodies didn't cover were charred and ashy.
Not a sign of life was to be seen, expect for the crows squawking, circling the grey sky above.
I trembled, with wide eyes and pulled myself up, standing, shaking like a leaf in the cold wind. My eyes darted around my surroundings taking in the desolation around me. Everything was dark and the scent of death hung in the air suffocating me.
"ZAC!" I called out, "ZAC!!" I spun around on my heels, frantically searching for my mate but I didn't have to look far.
A few feet in front of me, his face hidden underneath the blood soaking it, I could see two lifeless grey eyes. My eyes traced the rest of him, his body was partly decomposing, his face cold and pale, his arm outstretched in my direction.
"NOOOO!!!!" I screamed as I ran towards him, my tears making it hard for me to see. I stumbled over the uneven ground, falling beside him, my hands reaching for his face.
There was no sign of life or warmth as I delicately placed my bloodied fingers on his cheeks. His eyes were still frozen wide in fear.
He was long gone.
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"NOOOO!" I screamed out loud as my body shot up from the bed. I looked around, surveying the room, panting wildly before my eyes dropped down to the body beside me.
"Oh thank god!" I cried as I wrapped my arms around Zac. He was still in his coma, his eyes closed and lips parted, looking very relaxed and peaceful, yet I couldn't forget his lifeless eyes when they flashed in my head.
"It was just a nightmare. Just a fucking nightmare." I reassure myself, sniffling and still crying as I continue to keep my arms wrapped tightly around his body. Just a bad dream, nothing more, nothing less.
I curled up next to him, holding onto him so tightly, refusing to let go of his shirt that I had fisted in my fingers. I could feel the warmth of his body and I closed my eyes feeling calm at once.
But no matter how tightly I held onto him, I still couldn't shake the dream, it had felt so real and every time I closed my eyes, the death and destruction from the dream haunted me, making me tremble in fear.
I lean closer to Zac and whisper in his ears, "Please wake up. Please come back to me, I need you." I beg, my tears falling onto the pillow.
This nightmare had shaken me up more than ever and no matter how much I tried to put it aside, I couldn't help feeling that this wasn't just a dream.
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"No Luna! Remember what I said, Undthra Meiana, NOT Undhro Meiana!" Demarcus's exasperated voice yelled at me, his dark eyebrows furrowed in annoyance.
"It's the third time I have told you this- what is going on with you?"
I sighed, closing my eyes.
"Let's take a break, Demarcus." I say as I turn away, my arm aching from the long period of time I had been holding them out, trying to practice the levitation spell. We had been practicing for hours and I still kept messing up.
"Luna?" Demarcus was walking beside me now, trying to get my attention but I ignored him. I was tired, weak and beyond annoyed and unfortunately everything anyone did was starting to grate on me.
"What?!" I snapped back in anger when Demarcus hadn't got the hint to leave me alone.
The witch looked surprised at first, his eyes widening, before quickly returning back to normal. His eyes narrowed at me suspiciously.
"We have been practicing this spell for six hours now, usually you would have mastered this within ten minutes."
All my annoyance and anger faded away. Demarcus was right, this levitation spell should be a piece of cake for me, I mean magic came so naturally to me that everything Demarcus had taught me previously, I had picked up within minutes.
But yet today I was struggling, not because the magic was challenging, but because I was distracted.
"I know," I say, "I don't know what's going on with me." I knew exactly what was going on with me- a certain nightmare that had spooked the living
life out of me. So much so, that I didn't dare to look around me, worried that when I looked up all I would see is scenes of chaos from the dream.
"What is making you distracted?" Demarcus steps in front of me, blocking me from walking any further. "Tell me what worries you."
I look up at him, noticing the silver flecks in his eyes were more obvious in the daylight. His cautious eyes roam over me and my heart stuttered in my chest. The depth in his eyes made me wonder if he could really see into my soul.
Before I could stop my self, I begin to speak, "I had a dream," I say, "- actually scratch that, it was more of a fucking nightmare," a shudder leaves me.
"What was it about?" Demarcus inquires, his voice calm yet stern, almost giving me no other option other that to tell him everything.
"I was here," I gesture my hand around the training grounds we were standing in, "and I woke up and I was covered in blood and around me were dead bodies and... and Zac was there too."
I gasp, my chest tightening as tears pricked my eyes, "...and he was dead!"
Demarcus wraps his arms around me when I crumble to the floor. He holds me gently and tries to soothe me with his kind words but I can hardly hear them over my sobbing.
"It was just a dream." He tries to reassure me, but I shake my head violently.
"No- No it wasn't. I could see it, I could see every single detail. It felt so real." My tears soak into the material of his shirt but he seems the least bothered about it.
He actually seemed more bothered about what I had just said.
"It seemed real?" He questioned and despite my tears, I picked up on the worry etched in his face. I found it difficult to speak so I just nodded in
reply.
"Luna-" Demarcus unwrapped his arms from around me, instead holding me upright by holding me around my upper arms.
"Dreams that seem so real, are called something else. They are called Visions. Do you think perhaps you've had a vision?"
A vision? No surely it wasn't a vision. A vision means that whatever I had dreamt about would come true. That means the dead bodies, the burnt land and buildings, Zac's death- it would all come true.
"No!" I blurt out quickly, pushing away from Demarcus. "No! No! It wasn't a vision. It was just a dream."
Yet it was clear in that moment, I could see it in his eyes and I could feel within me, Demarcus' suspicions were correct.
I had just had a vision of the end of the Red Moon Pack.