Chapter 18

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"You're safe now," Helen comforts. "You don't have to worry about anything for now."

"Yeah," Walter chirps, "everything's going to be okay."

I sigh for about the hundredth time. "Mom, dad, you two are just making me feel worse," I said pointedly, shaking my head with a frown.

They jut out their bottom lips, giving me puppy eyes. I groan. Sometimes I really question on whether they're the children and I'm the parent. I sigh, again, failing at hiding my smile. I could never be mad at them.

"How are we making it worse for you?" they ask together, tilting their heads to the side as if to figure out a puzzle.

Shaking my head, again, before saying, "I was just playing around. Although," I drawl, "I would appreciate it if you guys stop trying to reassure me."

"We're just trying to make sure you know that you're safe."

"Mom, dad, the last thing I saw before I swerved off the road was a wolf."

This time they frown, glancing at each other then back to me. "What do you mean?" Mom asked.

"What I mean is exactly what I said."

Dad is the next to ask a question. "Well, did you see what the wolf looked like?"

I blink my eyes hard to try and remember what it is I really saw. When I couldn't recall, I shake my head.

"No," I said in a low voice, "I don't remember. There was a snow storm. Everything was too white and bleary."

Squeezing my eyes tightly together I grit my teeth together from groaning in pain. For some unfathomable reason my whole body suddenly felt as it was bruised and sore.

Eyes open and widening, I call desperately to my parents. "What's happening?"

Kind smiles make them look younger. "Ellie, it's time for you to wake up."

"No," I sob, tears stinging my eyes, "I don't want to wake up alone!"

I've been alone for far too long. Waking up alone will end up driving me crazy. Right now I have my parents, but once I come out of my dream, everything will be as they never existed, and I don't think I can do that again.

The touch of soft hands caressing my cheek made me open my eyes to see mom and dad still smiling.

"Our darling girl, you're never alone. And when you awaken, you'll find that our words are true."

"I'll see you again?" I had to ask.

"Of course, we wouldn't want to miss any of the details of our grandchild," Helen gushed.

"Go on now, Ellie, wake up," Walter encouraged. "Wake up."

"Ellie, please, wake up!" That voice was pulling me out of the darkness, but I don't want to leave the darkness, I wanted to sleep.

"These things take time, Alpha," another male voice said wisely.

"She's my mate, I need to make sure she's okay."

"Look at her, Alpha." Yet another male voice said firmly. "Ellie's not going to be okay. Not yet. Not for a long time. But you have to be okay. You have to be strong for her and the pack."

How did they know my name? Where was I? And why the hell did those voices sound so familiar? Ah, crap. Don't tell me I'm just going plain crazy.

Dread filled me. Fear had me in its clutches. Anger consumed me.

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