Chapter 1 A Dream

• Adea
• I've always felt that the saddest day of my life was the day my parents and I were cast out from our pack and declared rogues. But I was wrong. There’s a much scarier day waiting for me in future.
• Ever since I turned 17, I began to dream that day again and again. It was a horrible killing, and I don't know why it happened.
• All I know is that I'm on the run, and I'm going as fast as I can.
• My breathing is sporadic, my chest burning, surprisingly strong legs. I feel as if I've been running forever, everyone is just out of reach, and the stairs seem endless. Eventually, the stairs are behind me. When I reach the door, I push with everything I have but it doesn't budge.
• Please, please, please.
• My panic goes up a notch but quitting is not an option. I take three steps back and propel my shoulder forward. Gasping, a sharp pain shoots up my arm. There's no time to worry about myself. Retreating for the second time, inhaling through my nose, and exhaling out my mouth, I sprint and slam with every last bit of strength I have against the door. This time, it opens for me.
• There's a blinding light and I can't see anything. A wolfsbane grenade had gone off and I squint as shapes start to form. All of a sudden, everything is happening at once. The screaming, the crying, the fighting. I keep my eyes raised as I rush past the arms and legs of the fallen.
• Earlier, I had tried to link everyone, anyone. There wasn't a response and I feared what that could mean. I didn't want to entertain what that could mean. As soon as I find him, I'll search for them .
• Lifting my nose to the air, I try and fail to smell him. The effects of the wolfsbane in my system have dulled my senses.
• Stumbling over something, I fall to my feet. I'm about to get back to my feet when an all too familiar shade of dirty blonde catches my attention. My suspicion was confirmed, I tripped over a body. I'm in shock as I stare at the head of my dearest friend, Gabriel. There's a tremor in my hands as I reach for him. It's all wrong, instead of beautiful flowing locks, it's dirty and matted with dried blood.
• Time stands still and for a moment, everyone moves in slow motion. My lips part as I open my mouth to scream but no sound comes out. My wolf urges me to move on, she promises there will be a time to mourn, and pleads with me to find the man.
• I can hear her, she's The visions were clear, I was so sure I could change things. She had believed in me, had faith I could do it. All that confidence was misplaced.
• There's a movement out of the corner of my eye. A pile of limbs rise and fall as a shape pushes through the bodies. Before he breaches through, my breath catches at the possibility of who it could be.
• Carefully, I lower Gabriel to the ground, and look seriously at the door. It is the man. I can see his black hair and my heart wells with hope. Relief hits me like a brick as my mate scans the surroundings. When his eyes lock on mine, I see the same relief wash over him .
• But I'd been so wrong. I had no right to search for him. He stands to his feet and towers over those around him. My fingers twitch with the need to touch him. My feelings are overwhelming as my rock, my love, and my home takes a step toward me.
• His eyes are on my face as he takes another step. My shoulders shake, my chin trembles, and tears run down my face. The mate bond is strong but even As the emotions crashed into me, I already knew from the look on his face. Need, relief, and gratitude.
• He freezes, his eyes wide with shock, his jaw is slack. The panic is back and frantically, I try to see what's wrong. My gaze drops to his chest, his beautiful chest. An outstretched hand holds my mate's beating heart. I cry out painfully as the mate bond snaps.
• A crippling pain tears through my chest and my throat tightens before I drop to the ground. My world is cold and for the first time in a long time, I'm alone.
• It hurts too much to cry. My eyes are locked on my mate as footsteps come closer. Something drops near my head and I'm aware as he leans down and grips me by the hair. The last thing I see before my head smashed against something hard is the empty look in my mate's eyes.
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• Jolting from the alarm, I groan. My daily migraine threatens to render me paralyzed for the rest of the day as if I had that option. As much as I want to crawl into the fetal position, I need to get up. The Alpha and his family get up early and I need to make sure that I have breakfast ready by the time they get down to the kitchen.
• Even though my parents died early and I was cast out of my pack, I still think the Moon Goddess must have been watching out for me. Because normally when rogues cross pack lines they are killed but I was accepted by the Half Moon pack and have been a member of them for the last four years.
• Alpha Joshua had given me a job and the packhouse and provided me with a room. I'm thankful for the roof over my head and a warm bed to sleep in. Even though I've been getting up at this time for years it still sucks.
• I mentally push myself to get up and throw on one of the two pairs of jeans I own. After deciding between a white and black t-shirt, I went with the white one and paired it will a hoodie. The new bag of clothes Mavy , the Alpha's daughter, bought me sat on my bookshelf but I ignored it. I couldn't bring myself to open them just yet. I always felt a sense of guilt whenever she bought me stuff.
• There's a knock at the door as I try to put my hair up in a ponytail. Before I open it, I look at my reflection in the small mirror. My brown hair looks stringy and frizzy and the only nice thing about it is its length . When it's down it lands right above my backside. Brown bloodshot eyes stare back at me and I can't help but groan.
• The knocking at the door grows urgent. There's nothing I can do to make myself look better. Resigning myself to my fate, I lean over and open the door.
• "I'm here, I'm here," I whisper. I already know it's Gabe coming to grab me for work. He stands a good foot above my five feet three inches. He's got blonde hair and blue eyes but his signature crooked smile gets him all the admirers. Gabe whistles as I turn from him and grab my backpack.
• "Morning, Ady. You know I love you but honesty is the best policy. I have to tell you you look like shit," he chuckles as he looks down at my hair.
• "Thanks, Gabe. I didn't know that. "
• "You're welcome," he said as he flashed his crooked smile.
• Gabe came to Half Moon shortly before I did. Some clothes went missing and a couple of pack members came into the kitchen while we were cooking. I was blamed for theft and I would have been punished if not for Gabe. He stood up for me and told them that I had been with him the entire time preparing food.
• From then on, he was a great friend of mine. The one thing I don't appreciate about Gabe is the fact that he likes to overshare. As in, he's straightforward and never sugarcoats. Tactfulness isn't his strong suit but at least I can rely on him to tell me the truth.
• "Morning, Gabe," I said as I rolled my eyes.
• "Have that dream again?" He asked, his voice was gentle. Deciding not to answer I nod.
• The dreams started after my seventeenth birthday and have been haunting me for a year now. I turned eighteen last week and I've had them every night since. The first time I had the dream, I woke up with tears running down my cheeks. They had been so vivid they had me questioning reality. I didn't know the people in my dream and that's how I told myself it wasn't real.
• I close my door and lock it before we head down the hall. I look at the tall white walls, years later they still make me feel small. When I first moved in, I fell in love with the old-fashioned vintage 19th-century European packhouse. Alpha Joshua was OCD so everything had a place and nothing could be out of place. It kept everything clean and organized so it worked. I realized Gabe had been talking and I focused on what he was saying.
• "... and amazing night with this she-wolf, Ady. You don't even know. Goddess! You should have seen the tits on her," Gabe said as he lifted two open palms to his chest. "I had her in-" I cut him off before he can finish.
• "Please, Gabe. Spare me the details. I do NOT want to hear where, how, or what position you had her in. I'll take your word for it. Now please, shut up!" I groan. Gabe is one of my best friends but as I mentioned earlier, he overshares. He's a manwhore and he knows it. After every sexcapade, he insisted on telling me every detail as if I cared. He swings an arm around my shoulder and leans in.
• "But that wasn't even the best part! There was a man too," Gabe said as he wiggled his eyebrows. "If not you who would I tell?" He whined. I can vividly imagine his wolf pouting and I have to stifle a laugh.
• "Oh, my virgin ears," I yell out as I try to cover my ears. Gabe continues to pout while we make our way to the kitchen.I feel a sense of deja vu as we begin our descent and run down the stairs.