© 2012, Lexi Ander
Nine Weeks Pregnant – 45 days until birth of the heirs to the Seat of Zeev, the Wolf Throne.
I woke up with a jolting start, hands clutching at someone, something that wasn't there, my heart pounded like a drum in my chest.
It was only a dream and the images were fading fast. Groggily, I tried to catch it, and bring it back, as I struggled to remember. It was important. There was something I wasn't supposed to forget, something I needed to do. I nearly growled in frustration as the contents of the dream, like smoke, drifted away from me until all I could remember were a pair of piercing blue eyes, hopeful, and pleading.
I scrubbed my hands over my face in frustration. These dreams plagued me every time I closed my eyes. I always woke with a sense of urgency but could remember nothing when the fuzziness of sleep cleared. If I could remember, then maybe I could do something, but as it was, I always woke frustrated and sad.
Some mornings the sense of loss was so overwhelming I had to hide from Ushna until the feelings subsided. I didn't know how to explain why I was so affected by my dreams. Those mornings I needed to conceal myself, I’d sit in my dark office. The sorrow was so strong it felt like my chest had been cracked open. I hoped he would never see me in those minutes of consuming grief. What could I say to make him understand when I couldn’t comprehend it myself?
This time I had awakened with the impression of a task incomplete. No sadness to steal my breath but with a purpose. I had something more, names my mind seemed to pluck out of the air but it was somewhere to start. I needed answers, and I had a feeling they were to be found with these new clues from my dream, Angelo Giannis and Nikita Minoas. I didn't know who they were but given some time I’d find out.
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