Shattered Crystal

72

72

A month later.

It was around one in the morning when Felix shot up from bed, heaving and gasping out of breath like he had been running a marathon. His face was flushed and sweat clung his hair to his head. His wolf growled low and strong from inside of him. His eyes were blood shot and his muscles anything but relaxed.

Jordan burst through his door.

"What happened?" he asked walking inside in nothing but his boxers. His wolf was startled by the uneasiness of his alpha.

"It was the same dream again," Felix whispered. Jordan tried nodding in understanding.

"What did you see?" He asked like he always did for the past month. Felix shrugged helplessly and shook his head.

"I can't say exactly," he said, "When I fall asleep, its there. Everything is there but once I wake up..."

"You can't remember," Jordan finished and nodded. He sighed and dragged his feet to the door.

"Why are you up?" Felix asked looking at Jordan. Jordan shrugged.

"There is a lot of paper work to go through to finalize the relocation. The job transfers and home relocations...." He dragged on before pausing.

"Sorry," he said and Felix chuckled humorlessly.

"Whatever," he replied.

"I am sure everything will be sorted out after the move," Jordan encouraged as he walked out the door.

"Right."

Felix stared down at his shaky hands and fisted them before freeing them once more. The image was engraved in his mind. He got to his knees and pulled out a briefcase that was underneath his bed. After rolling in the number code, he had it opened and he stared. Inside were papers. Unruled paper with a drawing of a face. Plum rosey lips stretched out in a wide grin that showed a cracked tooth right in the middle of her mouth. The nose was scrunched up with one eye closed in a wink. Felix stared at the eyes that his drawing didn't show much detail. Everything relevant was there but he couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing.

His hands trailed the curls in her hair and he tilted his head when his finger traced over a small line scar on her forehead closer to her hairline and almost impossible to notice if you didn't pay attention.

"Curls," he muttered with a slight frown but an amused glint in his eyes.

His heart ached as he picked up another pastel and a new sheet of paper and began to draw.

What did this mean? He wondered as he took his time to perfect the curve of her smile.

His heart started beating faster with hope as a thought so surreal popped up in his mind. He shook his head once then twice and took his bottom lip into his mouth as he drowned in his own thoughts. He had no way to confirm it. Everything he had been seeing in his dreams for the past month seemed focused solely on her. Her face, her laugh.

Then his drawing paused. And today he finally got a glimpse of it in color. How she changed the color of her hair. He wasn't certain if he was right but something inside of him knew that her hair wasn't that dark before. Yes he had seen the pictures. Some of them he believed he took himself but seeing as he totally forgot anything to do with her for a reason he couldn't quite understand, his heart warmed with the feeling of finally remembering a little bit of this mate of his.

Where could she be? He wondered.

That is if she is alive.

The fire in his hope dimmed when he realised how terrible it would be if all this was a part or a sign that his sanity was leaving him. That his father was right and he was never going to be capable enough to be a true Alpha for the pack. His wolf was there but didn't feel as one with him as before, his mate, as everyone knows is dead. He constantly has vivid dreams that contradict those facts. His two best friends seem to have gone through something he wasn't there for.

Jordan got more serious, much more than he ever could have imagined now that he came back. Blake, he stopped talking at all. Not to him or Jordan or even to his own parents. His father was cruel enough to suggest he step down from his position as Beta because of his lack of communication skills.

And then his beast awoke. A beast he had yet to learn to control took charge and made the Alpha in Mr Black take a step back and rethink his dramatic proposal. Then Blake was silent again.

Felix gave up on his drawing entirely at this point and lay back on his bed drowning in his own thoughts. There was a pang in his chest that he failed o shake and he continue to wonder.

Where did everything get so messed up?

**

"Magnus or Michael?" Danny asked, "Which is it?"

Rachael coughed awkwardly and lay back in her seat turning away from the child.

"Its hard to say,honestly," she said, " It could be both?"

She shrugged as she reached for a large book at the corner of her desk.

"What do you mean it could be both?" he asked, "We fought a vampire, an old one at that who somehow managed to be able to get through to half of the magic that was infused with the vessel girl and no body died."

Danny snickered to himself, "Of course he is already dead so that was a wrong choice of words."

"What I mean to say is that we all came back," he clapped, "Even though I had no way to portal back considering how much magic it took , I think that was a mission accomplished."

Rachael hummed as she stared at the little wizard pace the space in her office.

"So you came by for a recap?" she wondered, "A month later??"

Danny shrugged settling himself on the chair in front of her and crossing his little legs.

"I am a child," he articulated each word with emphasis, "My body needed much need recuperation. That and honestly I was afraid if I came any earlier you would ask me to do damage control with the best friend."

He huffed, "and you know how much I despise doing that."

Rachael sighed rolling her eyes.

"Its so hard to believe that you lead your own coven," she hummed under her breath and Danny scowled.

"You have the power," she stated, "Why refuse to use it?"

Danny scoffed crossing his arms and stared back at her.

"Says the one who preaches to the juniors which way is righteous and which is the path of Voldemort,"

He got to his feet.

"I will never violate the sacred mind of anyone, witch or not," He stated with conviction, "I know its easy for you to class me as naïve but I do have a conscience and I don't need to break down the walls of someone's safe place just because I can."

He huffed and turned away opening a portal. On his way in he turned back and glared at her straight.

"Carl can shake the earth to its core and set it on a whole new orbit, Zack can sink a continent with a flick of a wrist," he shook his head in amusement, "you can alter reality and mess with fate, good for you."

"My mind is my own and so is hers. Don't make me tear away the values that build me just to satisfy your own agenda ever again."

And he was gone.