Rogue (Lesbian Story)

Miracle Elixir

Harry's P.O.V.

**** 4 days earlier****

The fresh smell of Jasmine infiltrates my nose, willing me to wake up but I don't want to. My slumber, like all good things, ends when my eyes flutter open, focusing on the chandelier that hangs above me.

The throbbing in my head refuses to go away and my arms refuse to move, along with my legs and every other part of my body. My eyes are the only things that can move and I'm instantly consumed by fear. Fear that I'm paralyzed. Fear that I'll never make it out of where ever I am and protect Skylar.

Skylar!

Where is Skylar? Holy shit. I failed. I failed. I passed out when I was supposed to protect my alpha and now I'm in some room and paralyzed without her. What happened?

She obviously got us out of the haunting stairwell, but what happened after that? I should've been stronger!

A hand touches my cheek, causing my eyes to instantly dart in their direction.

There she was, lying next to me with her white smile. Her brilliant eyes staring back into mine. They no longer glowed but she was obviously happy to see me up and well. I want to move or say something so that she knows I'm alright but my fucking body refuses to give.

"Don't strain yourself. The paralysis will wear off soon. The poison is already out of your system. Just relax." Her voice is soft and broken, and I can obviously tell that it hurts her to speak. Closing my eyes, I take her advice and stop fighting to move.

Sky's P.O.V.

His fear filled eyes finally soften up as he calms himself down. A moment later his breathing turns even and I know that he's asleep again, resting up his immobile body.

My body, on the other hand, works fine. The poison and paralysis went away within two days and I've been up watching him and waiting for her to return. Peyton asked if I'd stay with him while she was out and I agreed. Whatever she was doing would only help us, so listening was the best option.

It's pretty lonely down here, unable to leave or speak with anyone else. My mind links seems to have been paralyzed and still needs time to heal properly, so I cannot talk to Havana and it hurts. I know she's hurting so much. I can feel her pain but I can't hear her voice and that only pains me more. Knowing that I can feel her hurting and not help fucking hurts. She's my mate. I'm supposed to make her happy, not sad and broken. I'm supposed to be the remedy to her pain but here I am, stuck inside this underground haven, unable to see my baby.

It's been six days and I know she going insane without the thought of knowing where I am, hell, I'm teetering on the edge of sanity without her.

Where the hell is Petyton?

She left four days ago and she has yet to return. She's not hurt because, well, she's Peyton. Nothing can hurt her, so where the hell could she be?

As if the moon goddess herself heard me, Peyton strolls through the door, flowed by the delicious sent of food. Already up, I walk toward her and take the bags away from her and head towards the desk, only caring about my starved stomach. Her chuckles fill the room but I don't care about them, I just dive right into the heated heaven.

An instant later, the joyful feeling of being full disappears and is replaced by a painful stinging in my arm. My vision blurs instantly as the cold liquid flows through my veins, freezing every fiber on every cell in my body. Standing, only to stumble over myself, I feel drunk and discombobulated.

"What the hell?" I slur, leaning against a wall, or at least I think it's a wall, as the room spins.

Peyton walks towards me, looking intently into my eyes. Her hands reach out to me but, with this drug flowing through me, numbing any and all feeling, it's impossible to feel her poisonous touch.

"I had to do it. It will only help you Kiddo."

A wordless wail breaks free from my throat, yelling but saying nothing. I want to scream at her, to move towards her, to fucking do something to her, but I can't. Why the hell would she poison me, again? My mind blanks out as the rooms stops spinning and I finally welcome the darkness.

Opening my eyes, I quickly realize that I am no longer in the training grounds recovery room. Instead, I'm in a forest with thick fog decorating the bottom of the forest floor. The hazy greyness blinds me, isolating me from every sense of safety. I feel alone, which should never happen. It only happened when you were no longer one with your wolf, which was very rare. I never neglected nor reprimanded her for doing the things that she's done. So why does this feeling of loneliness consume my whole being?

'I am here, Sky.'

Her voice seems detached, as if she's outside of me, which again, is impossible.

Looking around frantically, I turn, barely seeing her white fur emerge from the thick fog. Why is this happening? She is me and I am her, so how can she be outside of me and leave the both of us alive?

'It's a dream. We are still one but separated. Don't panic.'

The soothing tone of her voice calms me instantly and I finally compose myself, grateful that she can remain calm while I am broken.

'Why are we here? Was it the stuff Peyton drugged us with?'

'Yes, the elixir she injected us with induces out of body dreams or illusions, so to say.

You see me, even though I still reside within you in reality. This is nothing but a mere dream.'

Letting her words sink in, I can't help but ponder why Peyton would do this? What would she gain from my being unconscious? Does she plan on killing me? No that's stupid, she's my god mother.

'She wants us to become stronger.'

Looking back at my wolf, I feel lost. Does she not think that we aren't strong enough, am I letting her down?

'Not physically. Mentally we are weak. We let our feelings control our actions and that is why we're here. We were scared to die, that's why we couldn't remember when or why we'd been down in that stairwell.'

Thinking back to that moment, I realize that she's right. I was terrified of dying. Fear took control over me and I nearly died because of it. It's actually happened several times, thinking about it. My anger always controls me and I distance myself from others because of it. I am weak.

'So how can we become stronger?' I ask, eager to help the both of us.

'Think.'