Make it stop

My mates, thankfully, said nothing concerning the prophecy Da Ankora spoke of. They knew I didn't want to talk about it, so they let it be, opting to act like everything was okay when it wasn't.

The dreams persisted. At first, it was just walking through the forest with the older version of me that I realized was my mother. The more I dreamt about her, the more it seemed like a part of my memory that was sealed off was finally crawling out from a shell. Each day felt like I was getting closer to the truth.

“What's wrong?” Blue asked, massaging my aching feet. “Still thinking of the dream you had?”

“Hmm.” Nodding, I peered down at my mate, who was pressing the soles of my feet, to relieve it of the pain.

This morning, I forced them to run a lap with me, to clear my mind of everything happening, and I was paying the price for it. My abdomen was hurting like hell, and so were my feet.

“You don't have to worry about it.” He smiled, gently squeezing my toes.

He didn't ask what the dr