Navy Wolf

Chapter 59

The pack's unity is a silent song,

a testament to the strength found in the rhythm of their footsteps and the harmony of their howls beneath the dawn's embrace.

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Something was strange.

It was dark and I felt groggy.

For a split second I didn't know who I was or what was happening. This black veil of blindness slowly became blurry then a weird type of orange color. Around me there were whispers. Words I couldn't understand.

A different language maybe?

I couldn't even tell who I was surrounded by. I was in a box. Or more likely in a bubble. 

This room smelled of sweet cinnamon and freshly brewed coffee, curtains so dark like the rest of this den. The only light source: A night lamp in the hall behind this doorless room.

Every cell in my body reminded me not to move when I tried to lift myself out of bed, so I didn't do anything at all. Silent whimpers escaped my throat and within seconds I saw a silhouette hover over my head, arms reaching out for my face.

"River." A whisper from a familiar man, caressing my hair lightly.

Why did I feel so weak?

"Kaven?" I asked into the darkness when a clicking sound lit up the room in a warm orange light, throwing shades on Kaven's face and on the wall behind him.

"Don't try to get up. You're safe now," he mumbled in a low tone, his gaze away from me looking down on the floor.

I knew that stare. Something was wrong. Again.

"Are you okay?"I asked, getting worried. And somehow I kind of felt like he'd fob me off with a white lie.

"Yeah," he replied reluctantly.

Like I said.

This was strange. Something in his voice was off and I could literally sense it inside me.

"What's eating you?" I insisted as much as my strength allowed me, the glum expression on his face not slipping my attention. Slightly he shook his head, as if this was not worth talking about, before lifting his eyes to someone who had entered the room.

Anakin.

"Did she wake up?" he whispered, bringing a whiff of cigarette smoke inside the room. Kaven nodded in his current manner and then looked down on me.

I scanned my surroundings once again. Nothing indicating an exact location of where we were. Across the bed there was a desk and to my left a small window covered by curtains and a bed I was lying in, that kind of smelled like wolf. "Where are we?"

"In my apartment," Anakin told me, scratching his neck, while being busy in his mind. "In Nanaimo."

These brothers mirrored each others expressions and my frustration grew by the second on why I wasn't able to read minds or see the future like a psychic.

"Why are we here?" My head was throbbing now.

He exhaled in a long wave pulling a chair next to my bed to sit down. "We had to escape."

Kaven squeezed my hand indicating to take my time and recover. Then he turned to Anakin. "When is grandma arriving?"

"They had to turn around on the highway to Vancouver," Anakin grunted. „They'll be here any moment."