There was yelling. Voices mixing and blending together, incoherent words being spoken all around me. I couldn't decipher what where they saying, I couldn't tell what was happening around me. There were gunshots heard from somewhere far away and I feel my heart sink into my stomach at the sound. More yells mix together, almost making my ears bleed from the loudness.
There was panic and chaos all around me. I feel someone bump into me from behind, making me slam down into the earth beneath me. I spit out the grass that has come into my open mouth, my head lifting up. People were jumping over me, bumping into me, running away without trying to help me. They were leaving me behind, fending only for themselves.
I glance backwards to try and see if it's safe to stand up and run after them, but there were more people running. I was scared. My hands were shaking uncontrollably.
All of a suddenly, there's a large explosion. I feel the force of it on my whole body. Some people actually fall to the ground from the force. They scramble on all fours, panic drawing lines on their faces. They keep on running, keep on fleeing away from the fire. I press my lips together, wanting to be just like them. But I was far too weak, far too tired. I couldn't move my muscles and my body felt heavy. I lay my head down against the earth and the darkness takes over my consciousness.
I sit up quickly, gasping for air. My whole body was covered by sweat and it felt like I couldn't get oxygen in my lungs. My surroundings looked foreign, but when my eyes adjust to the darkness, I notice I'm in my room. And I notice I'm not alone.
On the foot of my bed, to my surprise, sits Tyler. He holds one of my shaking hands in both of his, the warmth he is providing me calming the tremors down.
"It's okay, Mack. Just breathe." His voice is soft and I notice how he moves closer to me, his strong arms wrapping around my fragile body. I rest my head against his collarbone, the warmth of his body soothing my panicked mind.
It's been a long time since Tyler and I were this close. And Ty being the one to calm me down from my nightmares. Usually when he hears me, he doesn't get up to calm me down. He sometimes sends Sam to me and she acts like she decided to check up on me herself. My relationship with Tyler went downhill ever since that faithful day when mom died and we could never get on the right note. Which surprised me that he was now here, hugging me close to his body and whispering into my hair.
"Was it the nightmare again?" He asks, still with the same soft voice. I nod against his skin, keeping my eyes closed. My arms are curled into my own chest, while his strong ones hold me close to him. Tyler isn't the type of brother to show his emotions or to be soft around people. He has completely changed from what he was before. Maybe the idea of being the oldest child got way into his head and he thinks he has to be the tough one in order to protect me and Tommy.
"I couldn't sleep either." I glance up to him, but Ty is staring out of my window. The curtain doesn't do much about the moonlight, but it obscures the vision of anyone who is trying to spy inside. Tyler is watching through it, staring up at the moon lit sky. I stay silent, resting against him until I feel my breathing is starting to normalize. He doesn't prod into me, he just holds me and listens to my shaky breaths.
His green orbs finally turn down to look at me when I am completely calm.
"Follow me." He tells me and unwraps his arms from my body. The warmth he was emitting disappears, which makes me shiver. It doesn't go unnoticed and the softness that Tyler show all of a suddenly shocks me. He grabs one of my jackets from my wardrobe and hands it over to me, so I can dress in it.
I follow his lead like he told me to, as we head down the stairs and to the empty and dark kitchen. He flips the light over the stove on, so there is at least some light for us to see. I sit down at the table, running my hands through my hair. The stress of our situation has been making my nightmares far more frequent and it hasn't really been helping my sleep schedule.
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The Exiled Alpha
Werewolf"A strong hand wraps around my wrist, stopping me from attacking the she wolf. I turn around to see who stopped me, my eyes meeting a pair of bright hazel ones. I breathe in sharply, feeling how sparks fly from where our skin makes contact. Mine." °...