Reality Sets In

2. H I S S L E E P

Chapter Two: HIS SLEEP

I snuggled deep into the duvet, grateful for the short amount of sleep I was getting in the moment. With everything happening with Zara, my dad, the pack, Katelyn and the rogues, I have been on my toes for the longest time. Any little rest I could get, I was going to take it. No questions asked.

My wolf felt relaxed too, as the faint smell of Zara surrounded us. My wolf took a deep whiff of her scent, hoping to wrap it around himself permanently.

I shifted and turned my body around in sleep. I was stuck between the sweet limbo between sleep and conscious awakening. It was a sweet place to be.

Last night, after my father had woken up and after the blasted meeting, I had let my wolf let's off some steam. He had run for hours and was still surprisingly still feeling restless and ready to fight. I wasn't surprised when he had come to stop at the familiar house, after exhausting his muscles.

I had resisted myself from going to Zara's house to sleep for some time now. I had my reasons, one of the main being that it was creepy beyond hell. I was turning to a stalker werewolf mate, who slept in his mate's bed and jokes apart, it wasn't good for my mental state. I couldn't afford to act like this when the pack was depending on me, especially after my dad was bed ridden. The pack didn't deserve a half assed and lost alpha, who wasn't right in the head. I wanted to be as responsible for them as I could be and sleeping in my AWOL mate's bed wasn't one of them.

But after the fight with Rafael, Aiden's dad, my wolf was feeling antsy and so, I had relented and decided to give my wolf a little peace by agreeing to sleep in Zara's home, in her bed.

I felt a gentle hand caress over my head and i subconsciously leaned into the touch. I knew it was happening in my dream but I couldn't help but feel relaxed. No one had ever really caressed me or made me feel loved after my grandparents died. My parents were pretty much busy with their own drama and the pack duties to care and love me. I didn't think my mother had ever told me a single bedtime story, so I knew it was my lonely childhood being manifested into my dreams.

"I know you love her." The lovely whispered in my head and I immediately knew this female voice was talking about Zara. She had to talk about Zara, because there was no one else I loved or wanted to be with. "She will come back soon. You are a good man and you deserve her." The voice continued to whisper in my head and I felt good knowing that this voice believed that I was good enough for Zara. If anything, she was too good for me and to me. This voce was reassuring me that Zara would definitely give me a chance in the future and that was all I wanted, a chance, with her, with my mate, to set everything right and explain myself. I didn't strain to recognise the voice or wonder who this woman was but I wa content with her caress and he promise of being a given a chance.

The voice continued speaking but sleep pulled me into it's deep recesses and I let myself being drifted away.

I groaned as I felt the shrill ringtone of my phone. I immediately jumped up on the bed, afraid the noise would alert Zara's family. Sunlight was filtering in through the blinds on the window and by the time on the phone, I knew I had got my much needed sleep. I rubbed my eyes to wake myself up and swiped the screen to accept the call, without seeing who was calling.

Aiden's frantic voice swept away the remaining vestiges of sleep from my system. "Harper, you need to get to the police station near Clove street."

"Wait, hold on." I closed my eyes shut in an effort to clear away the blurriness in them. "Clove street? You mean the one closest to our old elementary school?"

"Yeah, that's the one."

I immediately got up, cranked my muscles and started wearing my shoes. "What happened? Why are you acting like this?"