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“Locking up, step back, Reign," Skye's Scottish brogue was out in full force, making her a little hard to understand. Reign didn't know her well, but whenever her mother was nervous or worried, she was terribly hard to understand through her thick accent.
Reign slipped her arm around the Scot’s waist.
“Hey, it'll be okay, they're pretty tough, and I know I haven't known them long, I don't think there is anything those two can't do."
Skye's face lit up with a smile. “You’re a pretty smart lass, Richard chose well."
"I have my moments, however, defending myself against werewolves is not one of them, so let’s lock this up and how about you show me everything there is to know about this place - just in case."
Skye nodded, "let’s be about it then."
Richard knew he was in a dream. It wasn't something that happened often, but occasionally his link to the pack would force him into his wolves’ dreams. They would run together, hunt together. For them it was a lucid experience, one that bound them even tighter together. For Richard he remembered it as it was. It gave him insight into his pack, and it strengthened their bond.
He never spoke of it because of its very personal nature. His first alpha, from what seemed like several lifetimes ago, had shown him this gift. For he could do it, and many other things. The packs were very loosely united which never really gave Richard a chance to talk to the other Alphas.
He was sure others could do these things, but since no one spoke of it he didn't know. He did know that it happened gradually. Skye was the last new member of the pack and it took a full year before he shared a dream with her. Even longer before he could share his energy with her. Like with Cara.
When he dozed off in the passenger seat, he was distantly aware of Cara's pain. Not since that moment on the cliff had she hurt enough to force the link, but her pain was always there like a headache. Richard hadn't spoken to the pack about what had happened. They had a right to know, but now wasn't the time. Suffice to say, it was that they were helping him keep her alive.
Whoever was hurting her was doing his level best to inflict as much pain as possible without killing her. Richard wasn't sure if she could feel the pack through the link, but their combined life force poured into her, keeping her alive and strong, it even mitigated much of the pain the poor girl was in.
"How the fuck is she not writhing in agony?"
Richard? Cara, it’s me, I am here with you.
Oh god Richard, they’re hurting me please, please, come get me. Oh god Richard, please.
We’re on our way, honey, hang in there. You won’t have to suffer much longer.
He’d never talked to anyone in his dreams before, and now he realized, while he was dreaming, Cara was not. He wasn't in the room with her, he wasn't in Wolf form, he was in her. He was her. He could see through her eyes, hear through her ears, he could feel the agony she was in. He focused his thoughts and tried to move.
I need to see where you are. Just relax as best you can, I’ve only ever done this once.
Which wasn't entirely true, his Alpha, the one who made him a wolf, used this trick on him one time. He'd been on the receiving end of it, but never had the bond needed to do it.
His/her vision cleared, the haze of pain and fear subsided and he was able to look around. There were two men in the room with him. Edward, he recognized. The East Cascade's Alpha, wasn't an imposing figure, even with the wolf blood. Richard would never have turned such a man. He could almost smell the fear on the man. A born coward and sadist, Richard had no idea how such an omega, could have ever become Alpha.
"I don't know," said the man Richard didn't recognize, he looked like a meth addict, messed up teeth, patchy goatee, and the patchy skin that came
“Locking up, step back, Reign," Skye's Scottish brogue was out in full force, making her a little hard to understand. Reign didn't know her well, but whenever her mother was nervous or worried, she was terribly hard to understand through her thick accent.
Reign slipped her arm around the Scot’s waist.
“Hey, it'll be okay, they're pretty tough, and I know I haven't known them long, I don't think there is anything those two can't do."
Skye's face lit up with a smile. “You’re a pretty smart lass, Richard chose well."
"I have my moments, however, defending myself against werewolves is not one of them, so let’s lock this up and how about you show me everything there is to know about this place - just in case."
Skye nodded, "let’s be about it then."
Richard knew he was in a dream. It wasn't something that happened often, but occasionally his link to the pack would force him into his wolves’ dreams. They would run together, hunt together. For them it was a lucid experience, one that bound them even tighter together. For Richard he remembered it as it was. It gave him insight into his pack, and it strengthened their bond.
He never spoke of it because of its very personal nature. His first alpha, from what seemed like several lifetimes ago, had shown him this gift. For he could do it, and many other things. The packs were very loosely united which never really gave Richard a chance to talk to the other Alphas.
He was sure others could do these things, but since no one spoke of it he didn't know. He did know that it happened gradually. Skye was the last new member of the pack and it took a full year before he shared a dream with her. Even longer before he could share his energy with her. Like with Cara.
When he dozed off in the passenger seat, he was distantly aware of Cara's pain. Not since that moment on the cliff had she hurt enough to force the link, but her pain was always there like a headache. Richard hadn't spoken to the pack about what had happened. They had a right to know, but now wasn't the time. Suffice to say, it was that they were helping him keep her alive.
Whoever was hurting her was doing his level best to inflict as much pain as possible without killing her. Richard wasn't sure if she could feel the pack through the link, but their combined life force poured into her, keeping her alive and strong, it even mitigated much of the pain the poor girl was in.
"How the fuck is she not writhing in agony?"
Richard? Cara, it’s me, I am here with you.
Oh god Richard, they’re hurting me please, please, come get me. Oh god Richard, please.
We’re on our way, honey, hang in there. You won’t have to suffer much longer.
He’d never talked to anyone in his dreams before, and now he realized, while he was dreaming, Cara was not. He wasn't in the room with her, he wasn't in Wolf form, he was in her. He was her. He could see through her eyes, hear through her ears, he could feel the agony she was in. He focused his thoughts and tried to move.
I need to see where you are. Just relax as best you can, I’ve only ever done this once.
Which wasn't entirely true, his Alpha, the one who made him a wolf, used this trick on him one time. He'd been on the receiving end of it, but never had the bond needed to do it.
His/her vision cleared, the haze of pain and fear subsided and he was able to look around. There were two men in the room with him. Edward, he recognized. The East Cascade's Alpha, wasn't an imposing figure, even with the wolf blood. Richard would never have turned such a man. He could almost smell the fear on the man. A born coward and sadist, Richard had no idea how such an omega, could have ever become Alpha.
"I don't know," said the man Richard didn't recognize, he looked like a meth addict, messed up teeth, patchy goatee, and the patchy skin that came
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