Silver Moon

Dream Power

Everything in italics is when Luna is in a dream.

I was at the same place I always was when I dreamt of my wolves. However, something was off. The mountain was just starting to be basked in sunlight, and the small hallway that I could never enter was right in front of me. Stepping forward hesitantly, I placed my foot in the opening.

An enormous pressure covered me, but I took another step forward. When I made it past the threshold, I did a small dance of happiness. Moving quickly to where a spot of light was, I entered a study of sorts. A desk and chair sat in the corner, and a long table with a few chairs sat in the center. The table was covered with papers. A pile of furs made a sort of bed, and a simple wooden chest completed the room. I moved toward the bed, a smell coming that was so heartbreakingly familiar.

What shocked me most was when my silver wolf came in. His eyes were downcast, his fur knotted. He walked to the center before shifting. In the wolf’s place was a silver haired man, who was strong and muscled. A deep sigh came from his mouth, and his naked body moved to the chest. He slipped into a shirt and pair of pants.

What shocked me most was how familiar he looked. He moved with finesse, moving back towards the table with papers. I followed his every movement, aching to know who he was.

It was then I remembered when I looked over his shoulder to the hand drawn photo he had. A simple picture of my mother was there, an expression of love across her face. The man seemed so heartbroken starring at the picture, and I knew with every fiber of my being that this wolf was Gabriel.

My Dad

Tears slipped down my face, and I wished with all my might that he could see me. I wanted to talk, to run, and to shift his face from tears to happiness. I was here for a reason I needed to talk to the man that had helped created me.

Therefore, I pictured me. My face, my hair, my starring grey eyes, and my slim figure; I pictured him seeing me, the werewolf girl lied to her whole life. I thought that what I was doing pointless, until he sniffed slightly.

A small wild hope sprang to my chest, and I flapped my hand in front of his face like an idiot. His eyes widened, shifting in surprise to the purple of his werewolf eyes. I had never looked too closely at them. I kept waving my hand in his face, and his gaze went too surprised to frantic.

“Please, please, please SEE me.” I whispered, my heart yearning for him to see me. When he answered my plea, I almost burst with joy.

“I wish to see you, but you’re not real. I figment of my broken heart, a mirage from an old wolfs past. The voice you whisper in screamed at me in shame, her heart broken by a world she did not wish to believe. I showed her a truth that she was scared of and pulled away from.”

I cried harder, his words small bullets through my own heart. I had to make him see me!

“I’m not a figment of your imagination. I see you Gabriel. I know you, as I am part of you. Believe that I am here with you; see me in your mind’s eye. I have your hair, the eyes. I am part of someone you left behind. Relax and see me”

He turned to were my voice came from. He closed his eyes, mumbling out “Crazed bastard” under his breath, before letting himself relax. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath in. I smiled through my tears when he opened his eyes. They went round with hope and love, and I knew he could see me.

“How are you here my love? Last I heard you were at the castle.”

“I do not know my father. My father, words I never believed when I spoke of the man in the castle. I learned tonight, who was the one to bring me to this world. I saw you in my dream. The dream before is shifted….”