All Chapters of Dark Alpha Rising: Dreams and Nightmares: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

CHAPTER SEVENTY-ONE Rachel~ The weekend should be a time of rest. But with my non-stop nightmares and the pain in my wrist flaring up, I hadn’t gotten much of that. They seemed to be getting worse. Like they were weeks ago. I wish I could remember what helped me the last time. I think I remembered taking a nap on the couch during some funny movie. Maybe that was it? I had been able to distract myself and that had helped me? Somehow that felt close but not quite right. Monday morning got here faster than I was prepared for. I would be seeing Vance today. Yes, we had a plan. But I would be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous. Part of me worried that I wouldn’t have the same strength I had had last week. The bus arrived at Pacific and when I got up I accidentally made eye contact with the tall latino guy from the movie theater. He looked at me with such - worry? June made a sound next to me, grounding me back to reality, and I remembered to move. Poor guy, wonder what he was so sad abo

CHAPTER SEVENTY-THREE: Ally~ Vance was officially expelled. Sean was suspended. So, good news all around I guess? I guess. Something still sat in the pit of my stomach, but there was no way of knowing what it was exactly. At least not yet, not at my ability level. I still knew I needed to find Kyle. Back at home after school, I tried to focus on school work until my mom came home. She insisted on being here when I tried this. My grandma and I decided I should try a different strategy - guided dreaming. With any luck I could reach Kyle or at least feel where he was. Since he hadn’t been coming to me in my dreams, I worried about why that could be. My grandma wasn’t sure, but there was plenty out there that she hadn’t been familiar with in life. She had been moderately gifted in a small coven that had disbanded after a few years, so what she was able to share now was more what she guessed at during her later stages in life. Once I knew what she knew I would need to go looking for so

CHAPTER SEVENTY-FIVE: Nick~ Goddess help me. Please. I’ve been on the phone now for over six hours. Calling between all these packs that still insist on doing things like they were done in the 90s - or the 80s in some cases. I’m scouring for information from the packs other packs have heard of at this point. Anything about black magic covens. Unfortunately werewolves are not very unified and there’s no sort of directory. In our defense, this is partly due to keeping our existence on the down low. But still. “Hello?” a husky older voice asked on the other side. “Hi yes, Gamma Wilmer, thank you for taking a moment to speak with me,” I started, “Has your Alpha explained what I am calling about?” I exhaled. I have had this conversation with other werewolves all across the nation by this point. My eyes are roaming my page of notes, figuring out who else to call next. No one has been able to help so far. I’ve called over 100 numbers. I may just plunge my head into a tree at this

CHAPTER SEVENTY-SEVEN: Sean~ Today was the day. Last day of the semester. I couldn’t see her everyday like I had been. With the mutt out there somewhere, I needed to lock her down further. Before he tries anything. I’m expecting him to. I need to lock her down before then. Today will be the first step. The next, when she returns. “Hey there Sunshine,” I greet Rachel as she walks over to me. For being December, the area is chilly, but we’re babies out here in California compared to the winters other areas of the world have. “Let’s get going,” I rush over to the passenger side of the car and help her in. I can’t read the look on her face. Suspicion? Unsurity? I can’t pinpoint it. She’s silent as we drive, and I put on some music, keeping it low. I may just sweat so much from nerves that I’ll slide down the seat of my car. “You’re awfully quiet today,” I prod. She looks over at me, and back to the window, before breathing out and looking at me inquisitively. “I’m okay

CHAPTER SEVENTY-NINE: Ally~ The longer Kyle stayed around us, he seemed to get both better and worse. His body looked healthier. Color was returning to his skin, his deep dark circles under his eyes were lightening. He seemed a little rested. Not nearly like the skeleton version of himself I had found stumbling outside. But while he appeared healthier that way, his mind… it seemed like it was getting worse. The first night he tried sleeping alone in our guest room, but my mom and I woke up to his cries and now we both camp out in sleeping bags on the floor of my mom’s room, since it was the biggest. It’s been hard trying to gage what to push him on and what to just let be. My mom has been on the ‘let it be’ train. She’s been filling him up with all kinds of meals and desserts. She’s encouraged him to take long baths and set up these amazing spa-level bubble baths for him. Lavender candles, fizzy stuff, bubbles all over. She wants him to relax, but she hasn’t dared ask him any qu