Brielle: The Beginning Of My Nightmare

Brielle

“You can’t run away from me. Even if you want to, you can’t. There is no way out for you.” I heard the same faceless voice again. It has been months since I have been dreaming about this voice. I don’t know who it belongs to. I am unable to put a face to the gravitating and deep voice. Each time I dream of this voice, it does something to me. I feel helpless with this voice. My body automatically surrenders to it. I wonder if the Goddess sent it from the beyond to punish me. To stop me.

It is not only the voice that makes my head foggy but the touch as well. Yes, this dream man of mine didn’t only speak to me, he touched me too, and the things that mere touch did to me. I can’t see him touching me, but I feel it. I feel it to my very core. I feel his feathery touch on my sink. It burns and soothes it at the same time. When he touches me, everything stands still for me. I feel like I am floating. I feel okay. I feel like nothing is wrong with me or nothing wrong could happen to me.

I wonder if that’s a sign of my mate, but that can’t happen. I can’t have a mate. I am not a pure werewolf. My mother was a werewolf, but my father is half-human and half-witch. I would have had a chance if my father was a wolf.

He has werewolf blood, but he is not a pure wolf. Someone back in his generation was a wolf. My father told me how they deliberately ended the wolf bloodline back in the 1800s due to their increasing brutality. I don’t know if it is true or not, but my father says that if one refuses to find and release their wolves within twenty to twenty-five years after puberty, the wolf in you automatically dies.

Even when I am not a pure wolf, I do have some powers, some unknown powers. The powers I wished I had kept hidden. My father says I got these powers from his witch side (my grandmother/his mother was a pure witch). Even so, he doesn’t have the powers I possess. There are three things that I can do.

1.    I can see glimpses of the future.

I pay the price of using this power with intense headaches and nosebleeds. After only three seconds into the future, my head starts to hurt and it doesn’t even start slow. It suddenly starts to hurt so much that I often feel like my head will explode. Within seconds, my nose would start to bleed and, eventually, I would pass out.

My father has been training me to increase the time frame of my visions of the future. The training was brutal. There have been times when I almost died. My father kept on pushing me to get better. It helps him fight wars. He makes me see the enemy's next move and defeat them. After all those painful years of training, I was able to extend my vision from 3 to 5 seconds long. My father wasn’t as happy with my progress, but he never is. So, I hung my head in shame and accepted my failure.

2.    My second power. When I touch someone, I can’t see their past but I feel it.

I can feel the pain, the anger, the sadness, the happiness, the envy, the evil, the good in a person. Other witches can block their pasts from me, but werewolves and humans have no such immunity. If I touch them, I get to feel what they felt in the past – good or bad.

3.    And my third and most useful power is, I can stop time.

I can stop it for a second only. That’s enough to take an enemy down. That second changes everything. I have done it before and it ended lives. I used to feel bad for them, but they were all enemies. My enemies? I don’t know, but they were my father’s enemies. And from what I have been taught, his enemies are mine.

Now back to the dream man – that faceless entity whom I think is real. Maybe I have met him before or maybe I will meet him. I don’t know, I have a very strong feeling that my dream man has a face.

“Are you ready for tonight?” I was snapped back from my thoughts when my brother entered my room – once again without my permission.

I glared at him. He smirked. He knows how much I hate when people barge into my room without my permission, but he always does it to annoy me. I rolled my eyes at him and averted my gaze out of the window once again, where I watched as the rain poured. He plopped on the bed and watched me. I heaved a sigh and turned my head to look at him. I know he will not leave without hearing it from me.

“Yes,” I muttered and looked down at the knife I had in my hand. It was a karambit knife. It belonged to my mother. My father gave it to me before I went into the first war against the werewolves.

Along with my powers, I know how to fight too. I have been trained, just like my brother, Mason.

Mason is my half-brother. He is older than me. He is from my father’s first marriage. My mother was his second wife. Mason is five years older than me. He is thirty years old. My father was first married to a witch, like him. Her name was Kami. I have seen her pictures. She was beautiful. She had the power of healing. She used to heal the injured. My father says that she wouldn’t care whom she was healing. She healed witches, humans, and werewolves. Everyone told me that she was a kind soul. Unfortunately, she was killed by the werewolves. They wanted to take the healing power of our union. My father says she asked for their mercy but they never gave it to her and killed her in front of his eyes.

Mason was only 1 year old when she died. He raised him on his own until the unexpected happened. He met and fell in love with my mother. A werewolf. “I intended to kill her, I am not going to lie.” My father once told me with a  soft smile, “But she won me over. She made me believe that maybe not all werewolves are bad, until…” The smile on his face dropped, replacing it with a scowl. His eyes glossed and became red. “Until your mother’s Pack found out that she was in love with a witch. They hate us for no reason, Bre. They think we are filthy, useless, and corrupt. Your mother was pregnant with you when they kicked her out of the Pack. They labeled her a traitor. They broke the Pack’s bond with her the day she gave birth to you. It gave her incredible pain. I begged them to have mercy on my love, but they didn’t listen to me. They said they were happy that a traitor like your mother was in pain. They wished her death and that’s exactly what my sweet Lisa got. She died with you in her arms.” Tears fell from his eyes.

My eyes glossed as I thought about what my mother had to go through. I clenched my jaws and snarled. I clenched my mother’s knife in my hand. They killed my mother. I am going to take my revenge. Tonight, I am finally going to take it. I am going to the final attack on the Pack that killed my mother. The very Pack she was once a part of. The Sage Pack.

“Good! We are leaving in an hour,” Mason hopped off my bed and started to walk towards the door to leave when he stopped and turned to me, “Oh, and did I tell you? Tonight, we are not just going to fight them in the forest. Tonight we are attacking their homes. Tonight we are putting an end to the power the Sage Pack holds over the North,” he announced. 

And that's how my nightmare started...