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I’m an Alpha, and I’m his mate. I need to be his rock. I can’t fall apart right now. He needs me to be strong for him.
I move back to the table and concentrate on cleaning him up.
His body has specks of dirt all over, which isn’t that unusual after a run in the woods in shifted form, but there isn’t much blood beyond the swathe on his chest. It’s dripped a little onto the upper part of his right arm, which makes sense for the way he was lying on the ground, but other than that it’s been contained to one area.
His body is a messier clean up, and I keep looking up at his face, expecting him to wake up.
I’m glad when he doesn’t. I don’t want him to see this.
I hope and pray to Freya that he doesn’t remember what happened out there.
I don’t care how it looked, or what those other people who were out there might have seen.
Whatever happened tonight, whoever hurt that girl, I know one thing for sure.
He didn’t do that. It wasn’t him. Oscar isn’t a killer.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Oscar
Thedreamstartstochange when I move away from the classroom door. The walls around me melt away until I’m standing in an open field on a sunny day. I don’t know where I am, but I have the weirdest sense of DeJa’Vu.
I’ve been here before. I’m sure of it. Even if I can’t really remember when or why.
I step forward and people appear all around me.
There are blankets and food all over the place. Kids running around, playing together. Adults talking in hushed tones or calling for the kids to come eat their lunch.
It hits me like a bolt of lightning. All these people are shifters. This is a pack.
I look around carefully, trying to spot my parents in the group.
They weren’t interested in being part of a pack, but that doesn’t mean they weren’t ever a part of one. I can’t think of any other reason why this place would feel so familiar to me.
Maybe they weren’t part of it. Maybe they were just friendly with some people who were.
I don’t see them, and that leaves me feeling a little disappointed.
I move through the field, taking in the details and trying to remember something to make the DeJa’Vu feeling make sense. Nothing comes to me. I know this place. That’s all.
It might mean nothing. It’s just a dream.
Hell, it’s probably a place I made up in my head. I vaguely remember wanting to be part of a pack as a kid. I didn’t know why my parents didn’t want it. I thought it would be fun to hang out with other kids who’d be almost like brothers and sisters to me.
Talk about sad. I didn’t have friends until I went to Lunar Academy.
It’s no wonder I’m such a fucking mess.
I walk past the group of people until the dream changes again.
It gets darker. The sky gets cloudy and grey. Thunder starts to rumble in the distance.
Night-time, and a storm on the way. Sounds like my kind of luck.
I’m ready to wake up now.
Rain crashes down on me, soaking through my clothes.
