Dark Memories
Wolf Companion
NIghtmares.
Long after Gabriel and Francesca adopted me, I had nightmares, horrific dreams of my past with my "father."
And... dreams I could never remember, that woke me in the night drenched in icy sweat, gasping, biting my fists till they bled to keep from screaming. When I woke, the dragon mark on my hip burned, and my wrist ached.
Only holding my wolf helped. I didn't have a clue why.
When Francesca gave me a quilt and put stained glass in my windows, the dreams about my father came less and less. When Gabriel set up shielding around my mind, they stopped altogether.
I didn't tell them about the other dreams, mist and shadows. I didnt want them to be upset about being unable to help. Francesca said they'd done everything possible- what else could they do?
That was when I started sleeping with the stuffed wolf. His ice blue eyes seemed to glow in the dark, but it was nothing eerie or frightening. It soothed me. The soft, faux fur, stunning black with white sock-marks on the paws, felt almost alive. When I cuddled my face against him- I knew my wolf was male- it felt as if he were nuzzling me back, trying to give me comfort.
I should have realized there was something fishy about that, too.
It wasn't until I came to the Carpathian Mountains that I realized why my wolf companion was so dear to me, why he helped me so much with my fears and my pain and my nightmares.
Dimitri made my wolf. He'd designed all the wolves his preserve sold, the way Francesca designed her stained glass and quilts. And yet, it was different. Each wolf was a plea. I recognized it the moment I saw him, saw the eyes of my wolf in Dimitri's face. He'd made each and every wolf as a summons and a token of love for me.
Not me, Skyler, but me, his lifemate. I'm his lifemate. No wonder the wolf cried out to me.
Now, I lie awake on Christmas night, wondering what Dimitri's doing, knowing that with little effort I can find out, and cuddling my wolf. My wolf makes no demands, he does not practically thrum with suppressed violence. He isn't dominating, harsh, or frightening. He isn't like Dimitri. He is my wolf.
I love my wolf.
I cannot love Dimitri.
But I must.
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