Identical Alpha Twins and Silver Shackles

Chapter 5

I hated sleeping, sleeping meant dreaming and for me that meant nightmares. I had always had an overactive imagination, something my sisters used to torture me with by forcing me to sit and watch horror films with them, knowing that while they sought comfort in our parents bed, I’d be left alone to cry myself to sleep and wake repeatedly from night terrors, praying I didn’t scream in my sleep and have my parents punish me for waking them up. In my nightmare I was walking alone in a forest, it felt familiar but there was a sense of danger in the air, my back was rigid and every tree looked suspicious, it felt like eyes were following
me as I walked. My head snapped to the left as a tree branch snapped and I stared in horror as two identically large, bristling wolves made their way towards me. The way they bared their teeth made it look like they could be laughing but the low, angry growls emitting from their chests suggested a different emotion. I screamed and ducked down as they ran toward me and jumped over the top of me, they collided mid air with a rogue and tore it limb from
limb. They both turned to face me, fresh blood dripped from their muzzles but they seemed happy. They vanished suddenly and I stood back up only now I was smaller and the forest looked younger. I felt my stomach drop as a familiar scene played out in front of me. One of the black wolves from the first half of the dream was now standing further away to my right,
he was smaller than he had been but just as furious. His face still dripped with blood but now his head was tilted to the side staring at me with curiosity in his eyes. I looked, despite myself, at the remnants of the human he had just torn apart. I knew I wasn’t supposed to be here and I knew I was never supposed to see that but I had, I had watched as our future Alpha had destroyed a human, it was illegal and disgusting. I stood frozen as the wolf took a step towards me sniffing the air and I ran screaming. In my head I knew he could chase me,
outrun me and end me just like that poor human but it was all my terrified self could think to do. The wolf didn’t chase me, he let me go and I returned to my parents house grateful that they didn’t know that I’d tried to run away. Years after I’d witnessed that horrific crime someone in school had angered Rio and he had
shifted accidentally into the large black wolf I’d seen that day. He saw me in the crowd while in his wolf form and seemed disturbed by the expression on my face but I did what I always do and I ran away again. I realised after long nights alone, bruised, hungry and thirsty in my cell that there might have been a good reason why Rio did what he did and I, a scared,
starved, neglected 9 year old running away from an abusive home may not have been in the correct headspace to analyse the full situation correctly but even as I acknowledged those things I couldn’t help being utterly terrified of him, of what he might be capable of and what he might have already done.