Wolf Ring Alpha (Wolves of Canada)(Hiatus)

Nightmares

Yes! I AM BAAAAAAACK! (for a while anywho) and I hope you read some of my other stories in the meantime, 'cause if you didn't...well, you might as well just unfollow me. Go ahead. I dare you, you one-story leecher. If you're going to read this and follow me, at least read my other works. Its not polite to just read-and-run.

Which is like a dine-and-dash, only much worse.

have fuuuuuuuun! :p

~Rawiya

I slept fitfully, my sleep fraught with nightmares.

My body went ice-cold, the frosty aura of the arena creeping slowly over my body, like I was slowly being submerged in the waters of the Weddel Sea.

I was back in the Ring. The thought sent panic shooting through me. No. I couldn't be here. Not back here. Not after everything I went through to escape. Losing nearly a hundred wolves to the Ring humans...nearly dying...leaving the wolves that would slow the rest of us down.

No. I couldn't let their sacrifice be in vain. I left them there. My head swung around, looking at the bloodstained, white walls of the fighting Ring. The mocking faces of the humans, up in their posh little private boxes and their crammed seating (for non-richies), sneering at me.

Thier laughter grew louder and louder each time it echoed off the walls of the Ring, making me cringe. I tucked my wolf body as far down to the floor as I could, flattening my belly to the sand and curling up. Then it was too loud. I shifted, clamping my hands over my less-enhanced human ears, arching my back and tossing my head backwards to loose a howl so filled with pain that I felt Blitz's agony, even in my exhaustion-induced slumber.

That's what it is, I remind myself. I'm dreaming. I'm not really here. But it doesn't lessen the pain. The superior laughs turn into the screams and howls of the abandoned wolves. I stop howling, but I don't move. I sit up, ignoring how the sand clings to my body uncomfortably, making any movement chafe.

I am seated on the ground, legs folded so my calves are parallel with my thighs, my feet curving to allow me to sit on them. My head is flung back, my face skyward.

Tears stream down my face, my eyes wide open and staring. The tears wouldn't stop, and I couldn't move. And then, the voice I despised most of all, the only one that struck fear into my heart, sounded throughout the Ring.

"Gabela." I screamed.

"No! No! Stay away! Don't touch me! Stay away!" My body was racked by frightened sobs, and I lowered my head to stare at my knees before I shut my eyes.

"Gabela." That voice again. I squeezed my eyes shut as tight as they would go, and screamed again.

"Stay away!" And then hands seized me. I flailed desperately, biting and scratching at thin air. Then the voice-that hated, hated voice that haunted my nightmares, turned into the most beautiful, reassuring voice I had ever known.

And then it was Blitz calling my name. "Gabela!" His beautiful form materilized a few steps in front of me, arms spread wide. His eyes were gentle, and he had a loving smile on his face. I lunged forwards, both in my dream and real life, and wrapped my arms around him. The Dream Thread snapped, and my eyes opened slowly as strong arms embraced my limp body.

I buried my face in Blitz's shoulder, gripping him as close to me as I could. He rubbed me between the shoulder blades with one big hand, and I whimpered. Warmth flooded my body, overwhelming the freezing aura of the nightmare. The chain collar lay cold against my collarbones.

And then, all of a sudden, realization hit me. I yank away and stumble towards the door, tripping over my own feet because of my weak muscles. His strong arms grab me, yanking my body against his broad, strong chest. Blitz's warm breath tickled the place where my neck and shoulder joined, the place he would Mark me when we mated.