Kane heard his brother and his lifemate whispering right above him. They were a bit worried about his still sleepy state.But he has already woken up. It was just that his mind was in a bit of turmoil concerning the dream he had just had.A dream that when he had woken up, had his heart pounding so fast, with bloodred tears streaking his face and grief overwhelming him. He replayed the dream in his mind again.The Dream ( in present tense):A woman's despairing cry echoed in his soul, tearing at him, reprimanding him, drawing him back from the edge of a great precipice. And he was starving. Every cell in his body craved blood. He was somewhere, underground. The hunger raked at him with merciless claws until a red haze covered his sight and his pulse hammered with the need for immediate sustenance. Desperate, he scanned the area above his resting place for the presence of enemies and, finding none, burst through the rich layers of soil, into the air, his heart thundering in his ears,
Dream continuation:What was going on? Kane fought to get on top of the strange tumbling of jumbled thoughts in his mind. He pushed hard to clear away the debris and focus on what he knew of his past. He had stepped in front of a vampire just before the latter had killed Blenda, his twin's lifemate. Fire burned through his insides, spreading rapidly as the something like poison worked its way through his system. Blood ran in rivers and light faded quickly. He heard voices calling, chanting, felt his brother reaching for him to try to hold him to earth. He'd found himself in a shadowy realm, banshees wailing, shadows flickering and reaching. Skeletons. Dark spiked teeth. Talons. Spiders and cockroaches. Snakes hissing. The skeletons drawing closer and closer until... He closed his mind to his surroundings, to all shared pathways, so there was no chance anyone could be feeding his own fears. It had to be hallucination brought on by a vampire or mage. No matter that he had stopped anyth
Around Kane, the wailing grew louder, but the shadows began to leach form and color from the faces. Several women pushed at their clothing and murmured invitations to him. He scowled at them. "I have no need nor want of your charms." He rasped out."Feel. Feel. Touch me and you will feel again. My skin is soft. lean bring you all the way to heaven. You have only to give me your body one time and I will give you the blood you crave." The women chanted. Shadows moved all around him and the women came out of the vines and leaves, burst through the earth itself and reached for him, smiling seductively. He . . .felt revulsion and bared his teeth, shaking his head. "I would never betray her." He said it aloud. "I would rather die of slow starvation." He said it in a low snarl, a growl of warning rumbling in his throat. Meaning it. "That death will take centuries." The voices weren't so seductive now, more desperate and whining, more frantic than accusing. "So be it. I will not betray
He wasn't dead. His heart was hammering loud-too loud. The pain in his body was real. He had been poisoned. He knew it was still burning through his system. And how could that be if he'd been healed properly? Where was the greatest healer his people had ever known? Surely, the latter would not have allowed poison to remain in his body, no matter what the risk to himself. Kane pulled his shirt from his body and stared down at the scars on his chest. His kind is rarely scarred. The wound was over his heart, a jagged, ugly scar that spoke volumes. A killing blow. Could it be true? Had he died and been drawn back into the world of the living? He'd never heard of such a feat. Rumors abound of course, but he hadn't known it was truly possible. And what of his lifemate? She would have journeyed with him. Panic edged his confusion. Grief pressed him hard. "Kane." Dobah's voice was demanding in his head, but was still distorted and slow.Kane jerked his head up, his body shaking. The shadows
The temptation made hunger grow until he couldn't think beyond the red haze in his mind. "Look at yourself, brother, look at your face." He found himself on the ground, on his hands and knees, as if they'd shoved him, but he never felt the push. He stared into the shimmering pond of water stretching before him. The skin on his face was pulled tightly over his bones. His mouth was wide in protest and not only his incisors but also his canines were long and sharp in anticipation. He heard a heartbeat. Strong. Steady. Beckoning. Calling. His mouth watered. He was desperate-so hungry there was nothing to do but hunt. He had to find prey. Had to bite into a soft, warm neck so that the hot blood would burst into his mouth, fill every cell, wash through his organs and tissues and feed the tremendous strength and power of his kind. He could think of nothing else but the terrible swell of hunger, rising like a tide to consume him. The heartbeat grew louder, and he slowly turned his head a
"Kane, are you awake now?" Dobah asked, trailing his eyes over his twin who eyes were still shut, but mind paths open."Yes, I am." Kane replied, opening his eyes, instantly sitting up on the soil."Here is the ring. You took time waking up...is there any problem?" Dobah asked him, stretching out the ancient ring towards him.He shrugged. "I'm not sure."He replied, collecting the ring and fixing it in his middle finger."But I had a dream."Dobah frowned, causes lines to crease his forehead. He stepped aside, gesturing Kane to stand up fully...so that they could sit on the nearby sofa and talk. Blenda was upstairs, packing up some things that would be useful to them in the journey to England.When they had found out the exact location of Yodah and Freya, they had almost gone beserk. And worse, the former hadn't given them a good reason through the mind path why he had travelled to another continent with the beautiful Freya.Kane obliged, and moved speedily towards the couch, signing
Dream continuation: Kane's first thought was to kill in self-preservation. He was weak from hunger and already dripping precious blood. The wisest and safest course of action would be to end the battle quickly. Respect for the rain forest's strongest predator made him hold back. He and his brother had always lived in harmony with the creatures of the forest. He would not take this animal's life if there was another choice. He growled a warning, clearly telling the male to back off. Testing the air, he could find no female leaving scent that might give the cat added incentive to fight. The other janguar fighting with the white wolf was also male. Surprisenly, it was bleeding all over, whilst the white wolf stood tall and proud, uninjured one bit. The jaguar fighting with him circled his powerful furred body, showing teeth and rumbling with challenge. Hoping to subdue the animal, he leapt. The jaguar rushed to meet him, slashing with stiletto-like claws even as he reached for the
After his first meal for the day, Derek strolled out to the pack's training ground, watching silently as his pack members trained like their lives depended on it, which actually is true, bowing their heads to him intermittently as soon as they had noticed his presence. For some reason, his eyes went tro and fro searching for the guy who Anthony had mentioned was Lent's brother, or was it friend? He wasn't sure again. When he didn't find the guy, he called unto Shane. The latter left the new recruit whom he was drilling and ran down to the shade where Derek was standing under. The sun was quite hot."Hey...thought you would be in a meeting with your father.." Shane stated as soon as he got to Derek, biting his tongue consciously to keep himself from calling Derek, Alpha. After the brief meeting they had had in the kitchen, Derek had informed them in the close knit family to always call him by his name, except it was in a public meeting. According to him, it was strange already being an