Bloodlines

Y/N

"Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again. It seemed to me I stood by the iron gate leading to the drive, and for a while I could not enter, for the way was barred to me. There was a padlock and chain upon the gate. I called in my dream to the lodge-keeper, and had no answer, and peering closer through the rusted spokes of the gate I saw that the lodge was uninhabited. No smoke came from the chimney, and the little lattice windows gaped forlorn. Then, like all dreamers, I was possessed of a sudden with supernatural powers and passed like a spirit through the barrier before me. The drive wound away in front of me, twisting and turning as it had always done, but as I advanced I was aware that a change had come upon it; it was narrow and unkempt, not the drive that we had known," you read an excerpt from the book out loud as if you were reading it to someone.

You were reading one of your favourite books, Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier,  in the meadow. The warm summer breeze blowing gently. There was a ruffle in the grass and there he was, stepping out into the meadow, the Grey Wolf. You smile behind your book.

The Grey wolf circled you.

"I am not afraid of you, Wolf," you said looking at his icy blue eyes. He was so beautiful, you note.

He held your gaze and you felt a faint tug commanding you to lower your eyes.

"Stop asking me to submit to you, Wolf," you said to it again. "I am my own person."

The Grey Wolf huffed and flicked his tail as if to tell you that he was annoyed.

He walked closer to you and you set your book down. Still holding your gaze at him you held out your hands to see if he would come right up to you. You didn't know if it was a good idea but you felt like you could trust him not to hurt you.

The Wolf stopped right in front of you. His icy blue eyes staring at you as if he was staring right into your soul. His gaze was suddenly intense.

"Y/N," you heard him whispered. Not out loud but in your head.

Your hand flew to cover your mouth in shock.

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Buzz... buzz... buzz...

You open your eyes waking from your dream and sat up.

"Well, that was, interesting," you mumbled to yourself. "I have never heard his voice before."

You got out of bed and started your day as you normally do. You saw a note from your father on the kitchen table telling you how much he loves you and telling you that your packed lunch was in the refrigerator. You smiled at your father's note. He has not changed.  He has been packing your lunch since your mother passed away when you were 6, never missing a day.

You fished your phone out from your bag and sent your father a text, thanking him for lunch and telling him that you love him too.

"I love you, bunny ears" he texted back.

You smiled at the nickname he used. That was what your mother use to call you. You weren't sure why, but you loved it.

"I am going to visit gran this afternoon," you texted your father again. "My boss gave me the afternoon off so I am going to pay her a visit."

"Please tell her that I will see her soon too" he replied.

You went about the first half of your day mindlessly. Though you love your job, because you were constantly surrounded by books, sometimes it feels mundane. Boring. You sometimes wondered what it would be like to have an exciting life. One that requires you to travel, for example, that would be nice.  To see the world outside your current city. Sure you have travelled a little, Asia mostly, but the world is huge and there are things that you want to see and do.