BPOV
I felt a shiver flow through my body and heard a scream. Something was calling to me. I blinked awake and found Niki staring at me, a beautiful white wolf with beautiful crystal blue eyes filled with intelligence, sorrow and love stared at me beside her. I couldn't explain it but it was as if her eyes spoke to me. I was needed. It was time to wake, to leave the peaceful and warm darkness that had blanketed me for so long. I followed the two wolves out of the room. A beautiful blonde woman sat on the floor breathing heavy, a native girl holding her hand and a short dark-haired woman coaching her to breathe. I saw another native woman near them and a caramel haired woman who looked at me and cursed.
I ignored them and focused on the blonde, "You must push now." I moved over to her, all of them staring as though I were a ghost. I took her hand in mine, "With the next contraction, you must push.
She nodded, her eyes holding mine. "Bella." She breathed, her voice no more than a whisper, "Thank you."
I sent her a small smile and laid my hand on her stomach. I could feel the life inside her fading. It still had a chance. I wasn't sure how I knew. It had to come out now though. I heard singing in my head and whispered the words as the woman began to pant heavily with another contraction.
The baby came quickly, tiny and pink. The native woman with scars down her face wrapped the baby girl in a blanket after the caramel haired woman who'd sworn cut the cord. The blonde took the baby, holding her like she was the most precious thing in existence.
Her eyes scanned the baby but then met mine, tears filled them, "Thank you." She sobbed, "Bella." I wrapped her into my arms as she cried, thanking me again and again.
Noise moved my attention to the door as men came crashing in. They all stopped, running into each other and staring at us.
My eyes met those of the tall native man who stepped forward. Memories flooded forward. Sam. My Sam. He was alive.
His name was like a prayer on my lips, "Sam." My eyes burned with tears as I remembered the pain that had filled me before the blissful numb of the darkness. "Sam." I clung to my mate breathing him in. "I lost you. I couldn't lose you."
"I'm here." He assured me. "Bella." My name came with such love and pain it broke my heart.
"Sam." I clung harder to him. I needed to feel him. I needed him.
A baby crying pulled my attention away and I looked back to the woman. "Rosalie?" I looked down at the baby in her arms. "You had a baby? How long was I sleeping?"
"Ten months." Sam whispered brokenly.
I turned back to him hugging him tightly, "I'm sorry. So sorry baby."
"You did this Bella. You gave us life." Esme spoke and I looked to her in confusion.
"Gave you life?"
"You did." A strange voice came from the door.
"I know you." I told him as I looked at him. He was beautiful with long silvery hair and light green eyes, eyes with a ring of gold around the pupil and a ring of deep almost black green around the iris.
He nodded, "Yes, sistra." (Yes, sister)
"Mia brada, dans las somnium." (My brother, in dreams)
"Semper tea brada." (Always your brother)
I nodded with tears in my eyes. "Why are you here?"
"I left her to protect you while you slept. She informed me you woke." He said motioning to the white wolf. "Her name is Istas but your family calls her Ghost."
"She said I was needed." It sounded crazy even to me.
"The child would have died. You sang it to birth."
"Will she be ok?" Rosalie asked, her voice quiet and scared.
He nodded, "The light of her life is strong now."
I kept my eyes on him, "She spoke to me." I repeated.
He nodded, "She is of our realm."
"Will you stay?"
He shook his head, "I cannot. You started a war mia sistra I will finish it."
"Kalen."
He smiled at me. "It has been coming a long time. I was even named for it."
"Kalen, whole hearted victory of the people." I whispered
"Beware for your future mia sistra. Never drop your guard. Trouble will always find you."
"Will I see you again?"
"In your heart you will know my voice as I have always known yours. Istas will protect you."
"Kalen wait." I reached for him, still unwilling to let go of Sam as we sat on the floor.
"I am always in your heart. Amo tea brada dans spiritus vinculum. Era es mi por tea et mi es semper tea brada de cordis sanguis." (Love the brother bonded to your soul. He is me for you and I will always be your brother in blood.)
"Kalen?"
"Emmalyn, mia sistra, mi semper doleo tes. (My sister, I always grieve you). Be happy. Your family is here. You are Bella. Live well but always be wary. The future comes with more change and much concern but you are Arawn. Tea Arayna. My daughter will be named for you. She will never know the fear our people have known. The Sidhe will learn their place. Arawn will teach them. I will teach them. Until then be careful, though I will do my best to close the veil, those who cross will mean you harm, and there are enough here who will mean you and yours that."
"Mi semper doleo tes mia brada. (I will always grieve you my brother) Thank you for saving Sam."
"That was all you. I only came because I felt your power. It is connected to mine. It is one reason he bound it so tight. Through it we can find each other. I was looking for a very long time. Be well."
I rose from my place with Sam and walked to him, Kalen took me in his arms dropping his forehead to mine. "I wish to have known you." He whispered.
"I wish it to."
"Your place is here." His voice was sad.
I nodded, tears in my eyes, "Yours is there." It was part question. He had been there in the warm darkness with me the last few months.
"Yes. I must return to our people. To my people. Yours are here now."
"Half of me is there."
"Half of me is here."
He kissed my forehead and left. I felt exhausted. I turned back to Sam but caught Paul in my peripherals as I did.
"Paul." I sighed and held out my hand to him.
"Bella." He instantly had me in his arms, hugging me tightly. The others were still just staring.
I pulled away and smiled at him, "I need to go lie down."
Instantly his face was a mask of concern, "Bella?"
"I'm just tired." I squeezed his hand and turned to Sam. "Come lay with me for a little bit?" I asked my mate, needing his heat, his scent to surround me.
He nodded and pulled me back into his arms lifting me. As he carried me to our room and I breathed him in I knew he had been with me the whole time I was gone, just as Kalen had. His scent had surrounded me, letting me know I was safe to rest.
Tomorrow I would explain Kalen. I would explain all that my sleeping had revealed to me. Tonight I would rest and reconnect with my mate.
The last was an idea my body instantly reacted to. It had been to long since I had Sam in my body. I needed him.
I shifted against him and kissed his neck, his jaw, the corner of his mouth and finally his lips. As soon as I tasted him the need exploded. I could feel the mark on my neck tingling.
Sam kissed me back with so much pent up pain, fear, love and passion it stole my breath. He laid me gently on the bed and began to undress me kissing every inch of my body as I begged him to take me. He wouldn't. He just worshiped me. His hands following his lips as his tongue began to taste different parts of my skin, my neck, my collarbone, the underside of my breast, the curve of my hip, the skin under my belly button, the top of my thigh. When his tongue swiped against my center I screamed his name and arched into him. He licked and nipped and tasted me until I came screaming his name then he was inside me in one hard thrust. I clenched around him as the orgasm rushed into a second. He didn't wait, didn't slow down. He was like a dying man and I was his only salvation.
I let my hands roam his body, my nails digging into his shoulders, my fingers gripping his hip. I felt tears slip from my eyes as I urged him to move faster, to thrust harder. His heat flowed into me, the mark on my neck began to heat and from it my blood began to boil. The only thought I had was Sam. His name was the only thing I knew. The nine inches of him buried inside of me seemed to stoke my soul with each movement. He stretched and filled me, made me complete. Sam. He was alive. I had felt him dying. I cried as I clung to him. Begging him for more. I bit his shoulder and then licked the love nip. His growl of desire and increased pace made me moan and cry his name. Sam was alive.
The moment he came and I felt the heat of him pouring into me I convulsed around him. I couldn't breathe it felt so good, as my world shattered and realigned. Sam was alive. He was here inside me where he belonged. He was mine and no one would take him from me. Not ever.