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Mom perks up right away, twisting her body toward me and leaning in. “What kind of dream?” she asks eagerly.
I wince at her reaction. I’ve always felt like I disappointed her somehow when I didn’t inherit her gift- like she was seeking that connection with me, and I failed her by just being woefullynormal. I don’t want to get her hopes up, but that dream has been driving me crazy since I had it. It’s too coincidental that it played out exactly as things did for the wolves in the forest that night in Denver, and though it was probably just a strange, one-time thing, nobody will understand the way it has me reeling better than an actual seer.
“It was…” I hesitate, not wanting to call it a vision, but unsure how to explain. “I had a dream that I was running through the woods, being chased by hunters. In my dream, I was shot in the thigh and the chest, and then after I woke up, pack warriors brought Amelia in.” I swallow hard, the harrowing memories of that night assaulting me. “She was badly hurt… shot in the same places.”
Mom grips onto my arm, gaze pinned on mine. “Do you think it was a vision? Have you ever had anything like that happen before?”
I shake my head. “No, never. I… I don’t know. It was just weird. I can’t stop thinking about it.”
Sensing my apprehension, my mom reins in her excitement, releasing my arm and leaning back with a slow nod. “Did you have the dream earlier in the night? When did they bring her in?”
My brows draw together as I mull over her question. “I… it was almost right after. I know it sounds crazy, but the dream was so vivid, it felt like it was happening in real time.”
Mom nods again, pausing for a beat while I can practically see her wheels turning. “Let me know if you have any other dreams like that, or strange feelings of knowing something. My abilities manifested when I was a child, but you never know…” she trails off with a shrug. “Maybe it’s a fluke, or maybe there’s something to it. Only time will tell.” She smiles kindly, taking my hand in hers again. “I’m here for you Sloane, always.”
“I know,” I rasp, my throat suddenly raw with emotion.
Before I can think on it too much, my younger sister Marigold comes strutting into the kitchen, approaching the island from the other side, leaning over it, and reaching out to steal my last Oreo.
“Hey!” I object, but she’s already stuffing it in her mouth like a heathen, not even twisting it apart to lick the frosting first.
“Nobody told me we were meeting for late night snacks,” she grumbles around the cookie in her mouth. “Rude.”
“Says the girl who just stole my last Oreo,” I mutter, folding my arms over my chest indignantly.
To add insult to injury, she swipes up my glass of milk, finishing that off, too.
“Pup’s gotta eat,” she says smugly after she’s swallowed it down, rubbing her tiny baby bump.
My sister is lucky- she didn’t have to look far to find her fated mate, he basically fell in her lap. Rhett is the son of my dad’s beta, Jared, and on Goldie’s first full moon run after her eighteenth birthday, the bond pulled the two of them together and snapped in. They’ve been blissfully happy together for the last three years, and in five short months, they’ll make me an auntie.
“I’ll let it go this time,” I tease, pointing a finger at her, “but only for the good of my little niece or nephew in there.” I lower my finger to point at her belly, cracking a smile at the thought of the life growing inside her.
“Do we have any more?” Goldie asks, brushing the crumbs off her fingers. “This kid already has a wolf’s appetite.”
Mom smiles, easing off her stool and heading over to the pantry to retrieve the package of Oreos.
Goldie leans over the kitchen island, resting her elbows against the surface. “Trouble sleeping?”
I nod.
“Madd?”
I nod again.
“Good luck with that,” she snorts, pushing off the countertop and turning to snatch the package of cookies out of Mom’s hands. “Thanks, grandma,” she sing-songs, turning on a heel and heading back down the hall toward the room she shares with Rhett.
My mom winces, turning back toward me. “I donotfeel old enough to be a grandma,” she groans.
I laugh, sliding off the stool and rounding the island to wrap my arms around her. “At least you’re a hot grandma,” I tease, hugging her tight.
Her body shakes with a laugh, and the next thing I know, we’re both lost in fits of giggles, holding onto one another.
When we finally pull away from the embrace, my mom cups my cheek, gazing fondly into my eyes. “Try to get some sleep, hon.”
I nod, reaching up to lift her hand from my cheek and giving it a little squeeze. Then I head back to my room, crawl into bed… and sleep like a damn baby.
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