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Unfolding realities

Author: Belle C
last update Last Updated: 2023-11-24 07:36:13

Relaxing on the office sofa amidst a tranquil atmosphere, John found himself in a restless slumber. With a troubled expression etched on his face, his head rocked right and left, almost as if he were wrestling with some messed-up dreams. In his slumber, he was haunted by a looming, creepy shadow that hung over him, turning everything dark. John's mouth opened in a silent scream, and then.... he bolted upright, eyes darting around the room as if he were hunting down the invisible monster.

His eyes wandered on the unfamiliar surroundings, attempting to make sense of where he was. A mingling of citrus and mint filled the room, courtesy of the wildflowers in the vase on the desk. Another scent, a somewhat familiar earthy musk with a hint of masculinity, hovered in the air, tugging at his memories.

Slowly, the mental fog cleared, and he remembered.

Memories flooded back – the intense pursuit, his remarkable transformation into a lynx, and the mysterious encounters with Darius and Prius. It became clear that he was now in the company of a pack of shifters. Less than two days after leaving his old life, he found himself in a situation he never saw coming – life had taken an unexpected turn.

What he once thought of as realms confined to books and TV shows now seamlessly intertwined with his regular life, injecting an unexpected thrill into his journey.

Caught between the surreal and the everyday, John blinked, trying to absorb the gravity of the situation. Unease coursed through him, but the comforting voice of his inner lynx reassured him with a whisper, "home...safe..." Could this be it? A sanctuary where solitude would yield to companionship, just in time for his upcoming birthday in three short weeks. Hope flickered in the shadows of uncertainty, like a beacon guiding him toward the possibility of belonging.

Despite the uncertainty, John couldn't ignore the undeniable allure of Darius. What was going on there? He had never had such a reaction towards anyone, let alone someone he just met. There was something about the man he couldn't quite define, and he hungered for answers. His mind swirled with questions about his role in this intricate world of shifters.

Suddenly, his stomach grumbled, a reminder of the pressing need to eat. How long had he been asleep? Judging by the sunlight streaming into the room, it seemed like only a few hours had passed, but he wished for a watch to confirm this, realizing the challenge of keeping track of time without one. John surveyed the room once more. The dark painted walls, coupled with sparse furnishings, gave a practical and no-nonsense vibe. "Clearly no woman's touch in here"- he thought.

With heightened senses on alert, John tuned into soft, inquisitive voices and the delightful giggles of children playing outside the room. Their scents, a mix of innocence and youthful energy, mingled with the morning dew, filling the air and strangely calming him despite the unusual circumstances.

Standing up from the couch, fingers weaving through tousled hair, John realized he was still clad only in Darius's oversized T-shirt. The soft fabric cascaded down his body, stopping just above his knees. Involuntarily, his nose buried itself in the garment, and he gave a quick sniff—Darius's earthy smell enveloped him, causing the lynx on his head to purr and roll. "Weird beast," he thought. Looking down at himself again, he pondered whether he was brave enough to leave the room like this. Maybe the alpha and beta had an unconventional dress code, but essentially, he wore what felt like a nightshirt. Nakedness might be a norm for born shifters, but as a newcomer to this world, he couldn't help but wonder if he should venture out in search of something a bit more, well, traditional.

Stepping out of the room, John was greeted by the heartwarming sight of children at play. Their animated body language provided a stark contrast to the complexities of the adult world. Two golden-haired girls, radiating innocence and wonder, were adorned in colourful patterned dresses, while a lone boy with raven-black hair sported jeans and a T-shirt. They seemed to be about 6 years old, barefoot and engrossed in a playful wrestling match with what appeared to be a bear cub.

The adorable bear cub carried a subtle, primal tang—evoking an indefinable wilderness. Its grey-brown coat reminded John of the bark of a young oak tree. As if sensing John's presence, the children abruptly ceased their play, and the cub effortlessly transformed into a human boy with tousled ginger hair and freckles.

John stilled, eyes wide, his mind a whirlwind. When Darius brought up the fact that shifters could transform at different ages, John hadn't anticipated it happening so early in someone like the kid facing him. What stunned him even more was the realization that he was starting to consider this bizarre occurrence as somewhat ordinary.

The young shifter stood confidently, as if born to it, completely at ease in his own skin in front of a stranger. Far more comfortable than John, who couldn't help but feel exposed in his scanty T-shirt. The kids' curious gazes locked onto John, the girls' eyes sparkling with wonder, and the boys regarding him with curiosity and caution. They bombarded him with innocent questions, "Who are you? What are you? And what were you doing in the Alpha's office?"

John grappled with the discomfort of the innocent questioning from the children, finding solace when a woman approached, assuming a protective stance over the youngsters. Her watchful eyes, a mix of suspicion and curiosity, were fixed on him. John tentatively smiled at her, attempting to engage in conversation. Clearing his throat to catch her attention, he said:

"Hi, I'm John. I'm here with Darius. Do you know where I can find him?"

Her strawberry blonde waves fell loose from a messy bun, framing a face with soft features and an air of graceful authority. Strands of hair played over her face, highlighting freckles scattered across her nose, giving off a friendly vibe. Her eyes, a captivating shade of hazel, held a depth of wisdom that belied her youthful appearance. A tiny silver pendant hung on her neck, catching the sunlight filtering through the window.

She bore an uncanny resemblance to the ginger boy—perhaps his mother? As she tilted her head, her hazel eyes studied John with a deep interest, as if attempting to peer through his very essence, causing the young man to shift uncomfortably under her scrutiny.

"Mirabel," she finally spoke, breaking the silence. "I believe I saw the Alpha and Beta out front." She gestured toward the direction John had come from with Darius and Prius earlier in the day. With a parting glance, she gently guided the children away, leaving John alone with his thoughts.

As the group reached the bottom of the staircase, John overheard a hushed whisper from one of the girls, "Is he the alpha's mate?" The woman quickly tried to shush the question, casting a furtive glance in John's direction.

The girl's question lingered in the air, the word "mate" echoing in John's mind, accompanied by the distinctive purr of his lynx. "What does it mean?" John asked his lynx, but the only response he got was Darius's face flashing in his head.

Clearly, the recent discovery of his true heritage marked only the beginning of a journey filled with mystery and unanswered questions.

There was so much to know, but John had the feeling that time was not exactly on his side. Where did this belief sprout from? Something within him was leaving him with a sense of unexplainable urgency, a subtle nudge from an unknown source compelling him to unravel the secrets of his lineage before it was too late.

"This is not the time for it," John thought, making his way towards the front of the cabin. Stepping outside, he was greeted by the captivating sight of an array of cozy cabins, seamlessly blending into the lush forest surroundings. A central clearing unfolded before him, resembling a charming town square within this rustic settlement. Intriguing structures, reminiscent of quaint, makeshift shops, dotted the landscape, each holding the promise of potential secrets and delights.

As he surveyed the scene, John's curiosity surged, and he yearned to explore the village soon. His imagination sparked, and he couldn't help but entertain the possibility of one of these structures being one of those nice bakeries that he used to love to visit back where he used to live. He envisioned a place filled with the comforting aroma of freshly baked goods, his mouth watering, and his stomach grumbling as a reminder that he had yet to enjoy a meal today. The mere thought of indulging in familiar treats brought a sense of comfort.

Looking around, John's eyes found Darius, accompanied by the same red-haired woman who had given John a frosty welcome when he had arrived earlier. She clearly was close to Darius, but who was she to him? A hint of jealousy made its way into his thoughts, surprising John. The subtle knot in his stomach revealed a feeling he isn't familiar with, but it seems to resurface whenever he's near the handsome man.

Prius stood by Darius, and next to him stood another extremely tall man—how was everyone so tall and shaped like Greek gods, John thought, feeling almost inadequate in his average yet proportionately shaped body. Looking at the group and then at his surroundings again, he wondered if he could ever fit in here. The question lingered in his mind: Wouldn't it be nice if this were the place he had been unknowingly searching for, a place to finally call home? Despite his hesitations, he let the inexplicable pull he felt for the man guide him towards the group.

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