A Dream

Olivera's POV:

There was a girl. She looked like me. Well, a more beautiful version of me with a golden crest on her left arm. And she was with a guy, a handsome, scratch that; a very beautiful, very tall man with the right mouth watering physique. They were in a very beautiful garden. And they were kissing. I couldn't see the man's features well, only from behind. But I was very sure about the girl. Was she my twin? I do not know. I would have to ask my mum. I thought as I stared at them.

Then, a loud bang caused the imagery to dissipate, caused a slight tugging on my eyelids and then I fell into oblivion.

"Olivera.." I heard Jeremy call, but it was distant.

But then he called again, this time, I felt my hands being tapped, once, then twice; till I recovered from my numb state.

I opened my eyes, and it came in contact with Jeremy's blue ones.

"Were you dreaming again?" He asked, trying to get me to sit up. It seemed I had fallen asleep while humming slow tunes.

"Yeah." I muttered, trying to recall the dream. It was still the same one, every time. The surroundings might change, but it was still the same. 

I had told my mother once, and she had blamed it on a fantasy I had created due to much reading of romantic tales. I didn't tell her that the books she had seen lying on the tables, weren't mine, but Lisa's.

"Same one?" Jeremy asked.

"Yeah." I muttered, putting my hand over my mouth as a yawn escaped. I was hungry.

"Hmm..It might be a message." He pinpointed with a shrug, which got my attention. I trailed my eyes all over his body, looking for the cuts and blood scratches. But they were all gone. He was well now, hale and hearty, like he hadn't been near death some hours ago.

It made me wish I had a wolf, perhaps, to reduce his over protective fawning over me. My unabilty to heal, made him too protective of me; something my family were less concerned about, especially Lisa. I don't think she cared whether I was alive or dead.

Where was she now? I couldn't help but wonder.

"Vera..." He called pensively.

"Huh.." I muttered, looking up at him. I must have zoned out again.

"You zoned out on me again." He said, with a pout which caused me to laugh, even with my back all tethered with pain.

"Sorry. What were you saying?" I asked, with a smile on my face, our sad condition momentarily forgotten.

"I said that the dream might be a message." He responded, staring at me keenly.

" Message?" I scoffed. What message? The moon goddess hadn't considered me worthy to have a wolf, even at 19. Why would she now send me messages through my dreams? I'm not her messenger. I didn't even want to be.

"Yeah, message. The man might be your mate" Jeremy replied, a smirk evident on his lips.

"I don't think so." I replied, finding the whole thing funny and impossible. The beautiful hulk of a man could never be mine, no matter how much I would will or wish for it to happen. He was way over my league. Perhaps he might be Lisa's, but not mine. Who would want a wolfless werewolf for a mate?

"Where do you think we are?" I asked my best friend, in a bid to change the topic. Enough of mates and messages.

"I don't know. But we will soon." He replied, turning away to stare at the door.

I followed his line of vision too, staring at the door, but not knowing why he was staring at the door. His face, ashen with worry and fear.

"Why are we staring at the door?" I finally asked, voicing my thoughts.

"Someone is coming." He replied, his eyes still fixed on the huge iron door.

Then I soughed. Of course he would know. His wolf allowed him to hear noises even from far distances. Something I couldn't and wouldn't know how it ever felt like.

All of a sudden, he held my hand.

"Whatever happens.. Don't let go." He said, his eyes still fixed on the door.

"Jeremy..." I muttered, getting scared all of a sudden.

"Olivera, don't let go." He said again. And I nodded, getting the message.

A few minutes had just gone, before I heard the fumblings on the door sealing our room.

My heartbeat quickened, my seizures threatening to kickstart, before Jeremy tightened his grip on my hand, squeezing it twice, a sign of assurance that he was there and wouldn't let anything happen to me.

And then the door was pushed ajar with force. And a man stepped in. He was different from the other man from last night, and he looked friendlier too.

"Get up and follow me." He said, before walking out of the room.

With help from Jeremy, I stood up erect, my whole body protesting in pain at such a new movement in a while.

We held hands as we walked through the dark halls, following the strange silent man steadily, totally aware of the grunts and deep sighs we were hearing from the other locked spaces. I had been right. This was a prison house. A dungeon. We just didn't know which pack had it.

As we walked out into an open space, I took in a deep breath. The air felt nice and clean.

And then I surveyed the area; it looked like it was situated on a hill.

"Any idea on where we are?" I asked Jeremy who was also surveying the area with keen eyes.

"Maybe. But I hope I'm wrong." He replied, scrunching his face in a way he always did whenever he was in deep thought.

"I don't understand." I stated, my body already reacting to his earlier statement. What did he mean by that? I thought. Could the pack be that bad? Surely it couldn't be worser than our previous pack.

"The environs are similar to that of a pack I've heard about. But I hope I'm wrong." He said, his face shorn with worry.

And my apprehension increased. Which pack could he be talking about?

"Which pack is that?" I asked, fear already clothing my voice.

"The Dark Shadows Pack." He answered.

And like that my seizures started.