Chapter 97
Faith’s Pov
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The cold sweat was the first thing I noticed, clinging to my skin, making my nightshirt very damp and wet. A monster of a headache hammered behind my eyes, each thump echoing the frantic beat of my heart. I shot upright in bed, gasping, my lungs burning as if I’d been running for miles.
That dream, it wasn’t just a dream. It felt like I had been there, every chill, every scream, every desperate plea. My body ached and I was exhausted.
I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to push away the lingering images, the sense of dread that still clung to me like a second skin. It had been emotionally and physically draining, a vivid, horrifying replay of something I couldn’t quite understand.
Just as I was trying to calm down, my phone buzzed on the nightstand. I grabbed it, my fingers trembling. It was Astor. A wave of relief washed over me as I answered.
“Heyy. I hope I didn’t wake you?” his voice was a warm rumble, a balm to my frazzled nerves.
“You did but it’s okay” I mumbled, trying to sound normal, trying to hide the tremor in my
voice.
“Just wanted to let you know I arrived safely. Is everything okay there? Did Kyle call?”
My jaw tightened. “Yes, he called. Just to make fun of me, of course. He taunted me but didn’t say anything useful.” The bitterness in my voice was hard to miss.
Astor sighed, a deep, weary sound. “I know you’re scared and worried but I don’t believe he would intentionally tell you about our child if the child was already dead or something like that. He needs something from you and the only way to get it is if our daughter is alive.”
“I don’t even want to think about our child being harmed in any way.” The thought alone sent a fresh wave of nausea through me. My heart squeezed until it ached.
“Faith, darling, I know it’s hard,” he said, his voice softening, but still with a firm undertone. “But we have to be prepared for anything when it comes to Kyle.”
His words, though meant to prepare me, felt like a punch to the gut. My heart splintered a little more. Prepared for anything? That meant even the worst possible outcome. Tears pricked at my eyes, but I blinked them back fiercely. I couldn’t go there. Not now. I needed to change the subject, fast.
“I had another dream” I blurted out, my voice thick. “It was just like the one about those
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children dying. The same overwhelming sadness, the same feeling of helpless terror.”
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“Another one?” His tone sharpened, no longer trying to soothe, but alert. “Can you please explain it to me, Faith.”
I took a deep breath, trying to recall the details through the fog of my headache. I told him everything I could remember.
There was a long silence on his end. Judging by his silence, I could tell he may have an idea
what the dream was about, but he didn’t tell me.
His words, when they came, were measured, almost too carefully neutral. “I don’t understand it either, Faith. We will talk when I come back. But listen to me very carefully: do not tell anybody that you’ve been having dreams that can tell the past and the future.”
My brow furrowed in confusion. “But if you don’t understand it either, how can you tell that the dream I had is the past or the future?” I pressed, a new fear beginning to blossom in my chest. He was holding something back.
“We will talk, Faith,” he simply repeated, dodging the question. “Just promise me you won’t tell anyone.”
“Okay, I promise,” I said, a sense of unease settling over me. I knew he was hiding something big. “How’s Marco? And Isabella?” he quickly moved on.
“Marco is fine. And Isabella is okay too, don’t worry.” I said because I know that he wanted to ask about his daughter as well.
“I love you, Faith. I’ll be home soon.”
“I love you too,” I whispered, and the call disconnected.
Silence filled the room once more, but it wasn’t peaceful. It was heavy, laden with questions. I flopped back onto my pillows, clutching my phone.
‘What’s going on? Why am I having these dreams?‘ I asked my wolf. The raw fear of my earlier dream was quickly being replaced by a desperate need for answers.
‘We have extraordinary powers, Faith‘ her voice rumbled deep within me.
My breath hitched. “Extraordinary powers?” My mind raced. If I could see the past and the future, maybe- maybe I could have a dream about where our daughter is. A premonition, a vision, anything that could lead me to her. “Can we— can we try to find her? Can you make me dream about her location?” The hope build in me.
‘No, Faith‘ she responded, her voice tinged with a deep, ancient sadness. ‘I cannot detect
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which premonition or dream you get, and when you get it. These visions come when they are needed, not when we command them.‘
My heart sank, the flicker of hope dwindling. But then, a new resolve hardened within me. If I couldn’t control it, I could at least understand it. I needed to know more about us. About the
White Wolf.
I threw off the covers, ignoring the throbbing in my head. A cold shower did little to soothe my nerves, but it woke me up. Dressing quickly, my mind already made up, I headed straight for the pack library. It was an old, quiet place, filled with the scent of aged paper and forgotten stories.
usually nobody came here so there was only a guard outside who didn’t pay me any attention other than bowing. I walked past rows of fiction, past history, until I found myself in the section labeled ‘Mythology and Folklore‘. My fingers ran over them, searching. It took some time, but eventually, I found them. Books on ancient wolf legends, on Lycanthrope lore, and finally, a few very old, very thick volumes that specifically mentioned the ‘White Wolf‘
I pulled out a stack, my heart thrumming with a mixture of fear and excitement. Finding a secluded table in the farthest corner, I opened the first book.
The powers of a White Wolf Luna, the ability to heal with a touch, to influence elements, to communicate with all creatures, to possess foresight and retrospection. The books spoke of a spiritual connection to the moon, a rare and powerful lineage.
I was completely flabbergasted by what the books said I was capable of. My mouth hung open, my eyes wide as I devoured the information. It was like reading about a mythological goddess, not about me.
I was so engrossed, so utterly lost in the ancient texts, that I didn’t hear them approach.
“So it was always true” I looked up, bewildered, to see my parents standing over me, their faces etched with a mixture of fear and curiosity.
“What?”
I was expecting an answer from them but my father literally snatched the books from me
and looked at me with eyes that looked like they could bury me to the ground.
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don’t do this especially somewhere public like this.” he said but one I didn’t even know they were still here and two I don’t understand what I did wrong.
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guess it’s time you finally know why we gave you away and exchanged you with Alice at birth.”
