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"Fuuuck," Joaquin breathed out as he held himself over me while his hips rocked back and forth.
It felt so good having him inside me again. I reached up, wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down to me. His face was buried into the crook of my neck where his mating mark was still visible on my skin, my hips working with his, matching his movements and meeting him halfway. As our pace quickened, I felt the Wolf Moon's marking burning my forehead again. I hissed, unsure what was happening, but for some reason, it made our frantic movements speed up further. When Joaquin lifted his head to face me, the marking on his head began to glow as well. It was my first time seeing it in front of me. I only saw it on me from the water's reflection. Now it was clearly visible.
"Joaquin." I panted as his pounded harder into me. "Joaquin, baby, you're glowing."
"Heh, I know." Joaquin growled before slamming his lips into mine. My vision was blinded by the beams of turquoise that seemed to consume our bodies. I could barely focus on anything other than Joaquin's thick cock pushing into me in the most delicious of ways. I rolled us so Joaquin was on his back, and I sat up on his lap with his dick still in me. I started riding him, moving my hips until his head hit a spot that set me ablaze. My hands ran along his chest while I bounced up and down his length, relishing the feel of my mate reclaiming me after being away for so long. Joaquin's grip on my hips tightened to the point that I wondered if there would be bruises. His body shimmered in a veil of turquois as he moved faster. The world around us were drowned out by our heavy breathing, and sound of our skins slapping together with every thrust. I could feel him getting closer, and I wasn't too far behind.
"I missed you so much." I panted, kissing him with all the love I had in me. It wasn't long before he thrusted into me and held himself still as he came, his load filling my insides with streams of hot cum. It became my undoing as my own release hit me. I knew this whole experience couldn't have been real, but fuck, it was real to me. If this was a dream, I'd make sure we got to make this fantasy into a reality.
Feeling sated and drained, I noticed that the aura from our markings started to fade.
"I feel better," Joaquin breathed.
I chuckled and nuzzled my face against his sweaty chest. "It was better."
Joaquin playfully swatted my ass. "I didn't mean the sex, Rosie. I meant that I don't feel as frail as I did moments ago."
Right, I was meant to heal his wrists. Obviously in this dream world, his arms were working just fine, but what about in the real world? If he said he didn't feel as weak, did that mean he was healed?
I was about to ask him about it when the dream shifted. Joaquin was no longer under me. He wasn’t around at all. I was still in the same spot, but now I was alone and fully clothed again. Panicked, I looked around frantically. “Joaquin?” I called out to him. “Joaquin? Kai? Kao? Anybody?”
I was still dreaming, right? Or whatever the hell this was? Sensing the presence of others, I stood up and faced the opposite side of the water. Four black wolves stood side by side, their eyes burning turquoise that matched the Wolf Moon’s markings on their foreheads. My own marking reacted to them. Every time I saw them in my dreams, I never approached them. Never knowing who they were. When Mother Moon told me to choose, I did. I chose three of my mates, but a fourth was still missing.
Cautiously, I stepped into the water and crossed over to them. The moves spread around me when I reached the other side, close enough to touch them. The four of them bowed their heads to me, treating me like I was their leader. Their alpha. Their queen. My eyes fell onto the one closest to my left. I couldn’t explain how I knew, but he was the one who was unclaimed.
“Who are you?” I asked him.
The wolf lifted its head, his iris visible through the shimmering glow of his energy. Eyeing me with contempt. A wolf without a soul, without a name. He was wanting me to decide who he was. He wanted my choice. Before I could say anything, a feral growl sounded in the distance. I looked back to where it came from and gasped.
The monster from Atropos’ vision, the monstrous werewolf, was there.
Why was it here in this plain of existence? I thought this was some kind of space for me and my mates, unless…
Unless this beast is one of my mates.
Whoever he was, his body shook like he was in pain. My marking stung, causing a hiss to escape me. Touching it felt raw and sensitive like a fresh wound. It was reacting to the werewolf. A myriad of emotions wafted off the wolf; agony, despair, and anger; lots of anger.
"Who are you?" I asked, my voice strained from the pain caused by my marking. “Tell me what’s happening to you? What can I do to help you?”
The monster’s glowing red eyes felt as if they were burning into my skull. I hissed, my Wolf Moon’s mark feeling raw and tender. It reacted to the pain the monster was feeling. There was a warning that I could feel deep into my bones, something that told me I should know who this was, and he was in trouble. Atropos’ vision flashed back to me, seeing all the dead bodies scattered across the open fields. The monster in question left standing, ready for more.
I covered my mouth to stifle a gasp as I looked from my wolves to the monster, piecing together what this dream was telling me. If I didn’t do something about it, one of my mates would be the harbinger of our demise.
"Rosie." Rowan's words brought me back to the real world, but when I came to, the strange glow coming from my forehead continued. I looked down at Joaquin's unconscious state, noticing the crescent moon mark on his forehead. It flashed just as brightly as mine. Inspecting his wrists, I watched in amazement as the aura surrounding his body began repairing the damaged wrists, the charred pieces broke off into dust, only for the skin to stretch out and stitch itself back together. When I made sure the other one was also healing, I let out the breath I'd been holding. His wounds were healing, he was going to be okay.
"You're doing great, keep going," Rowan urged.
I pushed through, not wanting to stop until I knew for sure his wrists were as good as new. My stomach began tightening with pain that ran through my arms, but I pushed through with gritted teeth. When it became too much to bear, my concentration broke, and I let out a cry of pain. I felt lightheaded and unsteady, but before I collapsed, my twins rushed to my aid and held me upright. The burning sensation on my forehead never wavered.
"Did I do it?" I asked in a raspy voice.
Rowan lifted one arm while Byron inspected the other. From where I sat it looked like Joaquin's wrists were repaired, though the skin looked pink and raw. Byron touched the skin and turned Joaquin's hand clockwise and counterclockwise. Rowan was the one who spoke up. "I think you got it."
I breathed a sigh of relief while everyone else applauded my success. I did it, Joaquin's wrists were going to be okay. I felt older than my years, the past month aging me faster than a shooting star. The worst of it was over, I thought. We won the battle, but the war was starting. I still had no idea what Pierce was planning, or what our next move was, but now that we were all here, we'd figure it out together.
ROSIE
"Will Joaquin be okay?" I asked Rowan once he laid him on the couch inside the cabin. His coloring was slowly returning to normal, but he was still unconscious. The marking of the Wolf Moon was still visible on his forehead, but the lightshow dimmed. When I felt my own forehead, I noticed the marking was still present. Rowan assured me that they'd fade over time until I used the gift again. Whether that would be the night of the Wolf Moon or not remained to be seen.
