HER Young Mate (Completed)

Part Eighty-Two: Red

Everything is red. I'm running.

Fire is everywhere.

If it weren't for the comforting familiarity I find in the flames... I'd be certain this is hell.

I hear my wolf.

I hear her call for me.

I feel the pounding of her heartbeat in my head.

I sense her worry.

I run.

Forever.

I run and I run.

I get nowhere.

Over and over.

There is nothing but red.

My wolf to guide me.

Then black.

I'm stumbling for the first time ever as I'm running.

Except now The pain in my feet feels real.

The hunger that never leaves intensifies.

I loose track of everything.

Then the hunger is gone.

I smell blood.

I taste it- and it tastes real.

I taste the copper in my mouth.

I close my eyes against the darkness.

I feel the flames engulf me, only these aren't the flames I've been running to. These feel like comfort.

I don't know what's going on.

Then I hear the pounding of her heart.

I hear her speak, but I'm not coherent.

I hear four hearts pounding.

The flames are warm, like the sun, I'm pressed against her and it feels so unreal, and I finally rest, after what felt like years of running through the darkness I feel her warmth, and I'm not scared, and real- actual sleep- comes to me.