Mila's Heart

4. Forever Broken

The following months became a blur. Mikal and I spent all our time together. I took Mikal on a tour of Jacksonville. We took long walks on the beach talking for hours. We talked about our time together as children back at the pack house. We talked about his life in Texas and mine in Jacksonville. We even talked about the future.

One evening, it was such a beautiful night so we decided to build a fire on the beach. We got some wood and within minutes we had a nice roaring fire. I got a couple packs of hotdogs out of the freezer and before long we were roasting them over the open fire. It reminded me of the wolf soirees back home. Our easy banter continued all evening.

"Well, Mikal, are you going to amaze me tonight with your cow eating trick?" I laughed as I put another hotdog on a stick and held it over the fire.

"That is right; you slept through the last one." He laughed.

"I saw how many hotdogs you ate that night Mikal, I don't think I slept through anything." I threw him the hotdog I had just roasted and he easily caught it. One of his skills as a wolf was that he was always graceful. I looked at him with envy.

He finished the one I threw at him as I began roasting another one. "No cow eating tonight, Mila. I think I am getting close to my limit." He patted his stomach and cringed in mock pain.

"Oh, puhlease Mikal, you have nearly eaten a cow tonight!" I rolled my eyes at him.

He began to laugh then grabbed his stomach in real pain. "I think you may be right." Our laughter echoed up the beach.

Dad, who was standing on the deck, called down to us. "Hey kids. Roasting hotdogs?" He asked.

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"Yeah dad, come on down and have some with us. I just roasted one." I called back.

"That sounds pretty good." He said as he headed down the steps and over to us. He sat down beside me and continued. "We had a couple at the game, but there is nothing like the taste of a hot dog roasted over an open fire." He took the stick from my hand and assembled himself a hotdog.

I began roasting another hotdog. I really wasn't hungry any longer, but dad or the bottomless pit might want another one. A cool breeze was blowing my brown hair around my face and in my eyes. I whipped my head around to get the hair out of my eyes when he was there again. Just down the beach stood Rafe. So beautiful, yet his eyes were filled with sadness. And then suddenly he was gone. I dropped my hotdog in the fire and began to hyperventilate.

"Mila." Mikal jumped up in concern. "Are you okay?" As he came around the fire to me, I tried to calm my breathing. Dad began fumbling for his cell phone.  If you're reading this on teenfic site or similar ones, you're reading on a mirror site. To read this (and other stories) by the actual author FOR FREE, go to Wattpad/Mellie_readsnwrites.

Breathe! Slow, calm breaths. I coached myself. What is wrong with me? The only thing I am doing differently is spending time with Mikal. I didn't have these hallucinations before. Clearly, I was losing my mind. I had to get a grip on myself. "I am okay Mikal. No Dad, don't call anyone. I think I just got some sand or something in my windpipe." With that I jumped up and ran toward the house.

On the deck, I looked back out over the beach. Dad and Mikal were cleaning up the remains of our picnic and dousing the fire. Mikal seemed to have his hackles in the air. He stood up then, looking down the beach. His nose was turned up as if he was scenting something. The air smelled perfectly fine to me, but without a wolf, I am scent blind. Mikal walked down the beach and out of sight as I turned and walked into the house.