Gage

Chapter Twenty-Five - Lucid Dreaming

Gage's P.O.V
I was dreaming right now. I was aware that my body was still bed with Naomi. My arms were wrapped around her, her body was held so tightly against mine that we were nearly merged into one being.

I think this is what they call lucid dreaming. I did not like it at all. I didn't have the strength to rouse myself awake and my wolf wasn't present either.

I remember my father telling me about the time that he first lucid dreamed and it turned out to be true. The moon-goddess had brought his spirit to a present time somewhere else other than his bedroom. In his case, he saw where his mate was (which was my mother) before they had even met. My father had seen his mate in his dreams.

I sensed the atmosphere in my dream and I knew it wouldn't be a blissful dream.

The environment changed and I was in a dank dungeon. The air was heavy with tears and lost hope. The oxygen was contaminated with a smell that was similar to a lagoon that had been in the sun all day. The air was so moist I could feel it on my hands, it was so hard to breath. My chest constricted with the lack of oxygen but I calmed myself knowing my body was still in the arms of my beautiful mate.

I looked around and saw a girl on the ground. She looked familiar.

I walked over to her and my heart spiked with fear. It was Naomi.

She was shackled and based on the red bruises and wounds around her wrists she had tried plentiful of times to escape. Her usually bouncy curly hair was matted against her face and her beautiful skin was pale and had lost its shine. There was foam coming out of her mouth and she looked cold.

She was only wearing a thin white night gown and as I inspected her farther I realized there was thick streams of blood coming down the inside of her legs.

My breath hitched and the oxygen that was already unbreathable chocked me more.

I reached my hand to the edge of her dress and my heart let out one huge singular thump as if it had missed multiple beats and made up for it in that one thump.

I yanked her dress over her stomach and my suspicions were correct.

There was a pool of blood around her vaginal area and gushes of blood continued to poor out. She had been raped.

Which explained the foaming of the mouth. My hand had brushed her skin when I pulled her dress up and she was sticky with sweat and tears.

I tried to shake her awake but she wasn't moving. I frantically moved my ear to her chest and tried to hear a heartbeat.

There was nothing. I tried really hard to hear one but I couldn't hear anything, not even her blood rush.

Something broke inside of me. I started to shake and breath harder.

I stumbled away from her body not wanting to believe she was dead. I had just admitted that I loved her, I had just shared my first kiss with her, I had just started to rely on her never leaving me.

I couldn't breath, and I just realized now that her body had a stench.

She had been dead for a couple of days now.

This couldn't be real. It's not real! I'm lucid dreaming. I need to changed my dream.

I closed my eyes and thought of alive Naomi with that bright smile of hers, but no such luck.

I opened my eyes and her body still laid lifeless in front of me.

I crawled over to her body and her eyes were open this time.