“So now you get it! Yes. Rebeca is my mate. I can't hand her over. If I do ill die too.” nikau replied. I stared at the two werewolves in shock, my mind racing as I tried to process what I had just heard. They were fighting over me because I was Nikau's mate? And if Nikau handed me over, he would die? I couldn't believe what I was hearing. These werewolves were talking about me as if I was some sort of possession, something to be fought over and protected. And yet, I had no idea who they were or why they were so important to me. "What are you talking about?" I asked, my voice shaking. "I don't understand. Why am I your mate, Nikau? And why do you want to kill me, Alex? I don't know either of you. I just want to know why my parents were killed. That's all I've ever wanted." Nikau and Alex looked at each other for a moment, seeming to consider their options. Finally, Nikau sighed and turned to me, his eyes filled with sadness. "I'm sorry, Rebecca," he said. "I wish I could explain e
“This secretive person, his name is myles.”According to Nikau, this secretive person's name was Myles, and he was the one who had told Alex about the power that my grandfather possessed. But by the time Alex had gone to seek him out, it was already too late. The power had been passed down from my grandfather to my mother, and by the time Alex had found out about it, my mother had already moved away.Wolves usually don't leave their domain in order to hunt, so it had taken them 15 years to track down my parents and find out that the power had been passed down to me. since my parents wouldn't give them any information about where I lived, they killed them both. And now, it seemed that they were willing to stop at nothing to get their hands on it."So Myles knew about my family's power, and he told Alex about it?" I asked, trying to understand. "But why would he do that? And how did he even know about it in the first place?"Nikau sighed, a troubled look on his face. "I'm not sure," he
“How long was I asleep?” I asked rubbing my forehead.“3 days.”So the amount of time I spend on my dream is proportional to the time in my day. 10 mins in my dream are equivalent to one whole night.A whole day of rest later I was discharged and was allowed to go back home. As soon as I got home the first thing I did was to open my journal and I took out a pen and began to write down everything I could remember about my dream. I recorded all of the details, from the sights and sounds I experienced to the emotions I felt. I was determined to capture as much of the dream as possible, knowing that the memories would fade quickly if I didn't write them down.Myles. Myles is the only name that I could think of and nikau of course. Besides nikaus name in my journal, I drew a couple of hearts. I needed to get back into my dream In order to know more about Myles nikau and the other werewolves. But I knew that I cannot get back into my dream because I was already asleep for 3 days. if I get b
Why are there no pictures of my grandfather? How could this be? Although I opened the albums for him, I ended up going through the pics of everybody else and tearing up. Sighing I realized, my parents must have not liked him either, and thus there seemed to be no pics of him.The rest of my day wasn't the best either. I didn't do anything but eat, watch tv, and sleep. I was asked to not come to the labs until I was absolutely alright. It was better not to have me with them than to have a sick me who would only mess things up.I opened the albums, eager to see pictures of my grandfather. I had always been curious about him, but my parents never seemed to want to talk about him as far as i could remember. As I leafed through the pages, I was disappointed to see that there were no pictures of him. All of the other relatives were there, but there was not a single picture of my grandfather.I couldn't help but wonder why this was. Had my parents not liked him for some reason? Had there bee
I was shocked by Stacy's revelation. "What are you talking about?" I asked, my voice trembling."our grandfather killed someone," Stacy said, her voice laced with sadness. "It was a long time ago, but it caused a lot of problems for our family. our parents never talked about it because they didn't want you to know. They wanted to protect us from the pain and the shame of it all.""How do you know this?" I asked, still trying to wrap my head around it."I overheard our parents talking about it once," Stacy said. "They didn't know I was listening, but I couldn't help but overhear. They were saying that our grandfather had always been jealous of ‘her’ and that he had snapped one day and killed her. It was a terrible tragedy, but it's something that nobody wants to talk about."I was stunned by this revelation. It explained a lot about the lack of pictures of my grandfather and the strained relationship between him and my parents, but it also left me feeling heartbroken and overwhelmed.“
We trudged through the forest, following the directions that Myles had given us as best we could. It was slow going, as the path was often overgrown and hard to follow. The trees were dense and the underbrush was thick, making it difficult to see more than a few feet in front of us.Despite our best efforts, we seemed to be getting more and more lost. It was clear that we were in an unfamiliar part of the forest, far from any of the trails that we knew. My stomach was starting to growl and I was getting thirsty, but there was no sign of any water or food in the area.As the hours ticked by, I began to worry that we would never find Myles. I was starting to regret coming out into the forest with nikau, but it was too late to turn back now. We were completely reliant on each other and had to keep moving forward.“How did you get the directions?” I asked nikau.“I was sent this map through a raven.” he said pulling out a piece of paper from his pocket.I held the old forest map in my han
We set off through the forest, following the direction indicated by the arrow on the map. It was a long and difficult journey, but eventually we began to see familiar landmarks and knew that we were getting closer to our destination.As we emerged from the trees, we saw a small cabin in the distance. It was the home of Myles, and we knew that we had finally found our way.We rushed towards the cabin, relieved and grateful to finally be at our destination. As we approached, we saw Myles standing on the porch, a relieved expression on his face. He was an old man with a long white beard. His nails were longer than usual and he used a walking stick."I'm so glad you made it," he said, greeting us with a warm smile. "I was starting to worry that you might not find your way."We thanked him and collapsed onto the porch, exhausted but relieved to finally have reached our destination.As we caught our breath, Myles invited us inside his cabin. It was small and cozy, with a fireplace and a tab
I stared at Myles in shock, unable to believe what he was telling me. "You were the previous owner of this power?" I repeated."Yes," Myles said, a sad look in his eyes. "I was the one who passed it down to Nikau. I had no choice at the time. I was being hunted by other werewolves who wanted my power, and I knew I couldn't keep it to myself forever. I had to find someone I trusted to pass it down to, and Nikau was the obvious choice.""But how did you know that Nikau would give it to my grandfather?" I asked, still trying to wrap my head around everything."I didn't," Myles admitted. "I had hoped that he would keep it for himself and pass it down to someone else in the future. But I knew that he was a kind and compassionate man, and I couldn't blame him for wanting to rid himself of the burden of this power. I just never expected that it would end up with someone like your grandfather."I was quiet for a moment, trying to process everything that Myles had told me. It was a lot to take