Well, at least he didn't tattoo her name on himself, right? 😅 Nah, it's probably not what you're thinking 😉 Drop a comment if you want me to post a pic of Ryder's new tattoo.
(Katelyn's POV)I settled back into the bed beside Harlan, my heart pounding so hard I was sure he'd hear it. To my immense relief, he seemed to be fast asleep. No wandering hands, no intense stares, just the steady rise and fall of his chest. I let out a breath of relief and stared up at the ceiling, trying to focus.Okay, Kate, I thought to myself. You've got a handle on the visions. That's something. But now we need to figure out how this dream thing works.So far, it had been completely random. But I really needed it to work now. I needed to figure this out so that I could somehow slip into Harlan's dream. Maybe I could convince him to show me where he'd hidden the key for the door. Or better yet, maybe I could just convince him to let me go.I looked over at Harlan's sleeping form. If he were awake, I might've been able to peek into his memories to see where he'd put the key. But there was no way in hell I was going to try and pry his eyes open now to get a glimpse. I wanted to g
(Katelyn's POV)I could feel myself slipping as darkness crept into the edges of my vision and his grip tightened around my throat. My body was fighting, instinctively trying to live, but I couldn’t get him off of me no matter how hard I fought.His strength was suffocating, and I knew that if I didn’t do something soon, I was going to black out completely... or worse.My vision blurred, and panic coursed through me while my thoughts raced to find some kind of escape from this. But I couldn't see a way out of this one. The 'dream manipulation' was failing me. If I could manipulate dreams then why was I still in this shitty position?! Couldn't I just materialise somewhere else?! Couldn't I just somehow be stronger than him and able to fight my way out?!This was my dream, wasn't it!? I was supposed to be the one with the power here! But I wasn't... I was just as weak here as I was in real life...A thought broke through the chaos in my mind. A last-ditch attempt to free myself from thi
I bolted upright in bed, my chest heaving with every breath as I gasped for air, the final remnants of the dream clinging to me, continuing to suffocate me.My hands instinctively reached for my throat, fingers grazing the tender skin that still burned from where Harlan had wrapped his hand around it. From where I had desperately clawed at it trying to pry his fingers away so that I could breathe. There was no sign of the altercation now though, and I sighed in relief.My head was still spinning from the vision. Had it been real? Was it the past? Was it the future? Was it just a dream? Or was I really some kind of conduit for the Moon Goddess?Harlan lay beside me, still in a deep sleep. His face was relaxed and he looked so innocent, almost boyish in his sleep, which made my stomach churn.It felt like the vision had to have been real, but it was all so vague. The power I’d felt... that wasn’t me. That was something else. Something beyond me. The thought of being a channel for the Moo
(Jenna's POV)The angry buzzing of my alarm pierced through the silence of my room, ripping me from a perfectly good dream. I groaned and rolled over, searching for the snooze button with only one sleepy eye open. The temptation to stay there was almost overwhelming."Get the fuck up, bitch," I muttered to myself, remembering why I had set the alarm in the first place. This wasn’t just some casual early morning run that I could flake out on. I had a mission today.With absolutely no enthusiasm whatsoever, I peeled myself out of bed, berating myself for not being able to come up with a better idea the night before.As I shuffled toward the bathroom, grumbling to myself about the fact that the sun wasn't even up yet, I heard the faint chirps of birds, indicating that dawn was coming. Can't say I found it particularly encouraging though... After brushing my teeth and pulling my hair up into a ponytail, I got dressed and stared at my reflection. Meh... At least the leggings made my butt l
(Jenna's POV)Nathan's kiss was passionate and insistent and I got swept away like a piece of driftwood on the ocean in a storm. My brain screamed at me to stop, to pull away, to remind myself why I was really here. But my body... my body had other ideas.There was a comfort in his touch, a familiarity that I didn't want to part with again. It had been so painful the first time and I didn't want to feel that pain again. I just wanted to fall back into the rhythm we had once shared. I wanted to allow muscle memory to do its thing and just carry on where we had left off a year ago.I hated how much he still affected me, how easily he could make me forget why I should be mad at him. How one kiss could pull me back in time and erase all the pain and hurt and betrayal.Maybe we never really did end things properly... maybe we never got the closure we needed. I thought I had, but now... I mean, clearly I had been wrong.I finally pulled away, breaking the kiss and taking a step back. My ches
(Katelyn's POV)I sat on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the breakfast tray Harlan had brought in earlier and placed on the table. The smell of scrambled eggs and toast wafted through the room, but eating was the last thing I felt like doing right now.He hovered beside me, encouraging me to eat, like he genuinely cared.“We've got a busy day ahead of us,” he said, placing a hand on my shoulder, the gesture meant to be comforting but feeling anything but.I nodded absentmindedly, wondering what he meant by that before I stood and made my way over to the try, picking up a piece of the dry toast and nibbling at it apathetically.My mind was still miles away, stuck in the vision as I tried to contemplate a way out of here.A knock on the door broke my thoughts. Harlan made his way over to it, looking over at me before unlocking it. A few mumbled words were shared before Harlan closed the door, locking it again, then returning with a small pile of neatly folded clothes which he pl
(Katelyn's POV)My knees buckled slightly, but I managed to stay upright, my breath shallow as I tried to process what had just happened.Harlan released me and stepped back with a satisfied smile, like he had just solved some minor inconvenience."See?" he went on in that same reassuring tone. "That wasn't so bad. Let's go," he said, heading to the door.I was still reeling from the injection, but I followed him out the bedroom and down the hall. I couldn’t shake the feeling of dread that was building inside me. Where were we going? What 'appointment' did we have? Why did I have to have fucking wolfsbane?!"We arrived at what had once been Alpha Jason's office, now presumably Harlan's. I had been here before... after the little altercation between Harlan and I at the party. It was different now though. I saw that some of the furnishings were different and the layout had been rearranged.Harlan gestured for me to enter. I hesitated for a moment, but then I stepped inside, unsure of wh
(Jenna's POV)Sitting at my desk in the stuffy office, I felt like I was slowly cooking in my own skin. The long sleeves of my shirt clung to me in the stifling heat, suffocating me even more than usual.It was so stupid that I had to wear long sleeves. It’s not like my tattoos made me any worse at my job. But Dr. Miller insisted. "Professionalism," he called it. I just called it bullshit.I sighed and took another sip of my lukewarm water, reminding myself that this was just a means to an end. Being a receptionist certainly wasn't my dream job, but it was a job and it meant I could save a bit of money for my own place.My thoughts wandered back to my phone call with Ryder earlier and his obvious disappointment. I'd tried everything I could to get Nathan to give me more information, but he was like a fucking brick wall in the end.I'd told Ryder that all I managed to find out was that Kate was "safe", as Nathan put it, and that she was staying in Harlan's house, but I had no clue exact