Chapter 5

Marcus POV

I let go of my hands in surprise. When I looked at Roberta again, I found that she was still in a deep sleep, and that all that had just happened was an illusion. It was as if this vision became a reflection of my heart, as if Roberta felt deeply my intentions for her.

I sighed and sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed. Looking at her who is still asleep, her inner emotions are unspeakably complicated. But just as Dixon had predicted, I always felt a strange calm when I was around her. As the link between us strengthened, I felt my werewolf powers returning.

Perhaps it is a long time from our mate side to get comfort, just like now lying beside her, it has made my body and mind feel very comfortable. I looked at Roberta's sleeping face, and unconsciously I was gradually swallowed up by the trapped feeling.

When I opened my eyes again, I saw that my eyes were in ruins, just as I remembered them from my childhood. I looked down at myself again, my hands covered with blood and dust, my little body wrapped in torn clothes. It dawned on me. I'm supposed to be in a dream again. Only this time the dream was more clear than usual, as if I stood up and watched the whole story happened again in front of me .

Then behind me came the roar of the wolves again, they incarnate in the shape of wolves, straight towards me. My instinct for survival forced me to start running again.

Just like before, just like I saw in all my dreams.

In the same way, I found once again the familiar ruins in which I had used my childhood to hide. I bent down, curled my legs, and held my breath tightly. The old men searched the place but could not find me, so they left.

I breathed a sigh of relief and continued to wait where I was. Those familiar little hands came to my rescue. But I waited there for a long time, and the girl did not come as expected. On the contrary, this dream influenced my ending in a completely different direction.

I hid in place for a long time, still no one to help me, so I went out. What I saw at the moment was completely different, my pack was in chaos, people were running everywhere, and no one was even resisting. What was once my home has become a complete mess. Soon, as if I had been caught in a trap, I took a few steps out and was caught by the rogue gang. They forced me to a simple stronghold, where I met my parents.

I had never been this far in my life before, so I was stunned by what I saw. They were so tightly bound by rogue that they seemed to have fallen into a coma.

But what follows is also what I don't want to see. Some rogue picked them up and wiped their necks right in front of me. They didn't move. They didn't struggle. There was no answer to my cries, only the cries of my young voice and the derision of the rogues.

No matter how much I cried, it didn't help.

"What's the hurry? It'll be you soon." A tall and strong rogue, I suppose him to be the leader, wipes the blood from his knife and walks towards me impatiently.

My blood froze and I began to struggle to wake up from this terrible nightmare. My eyes were dark. Luckily, when I opened my eyes again, I was still in my bedroom, with Roberta asleep in bed.

I broke out in a cold sweat. I never thought this dream would take off like this. And the girl who was supposed to save me didn't show up. Before I knew it, a sharp pain came through my body, and Dixon felt the pain at the same time.

"Marcus, what happened?" Dixon gritted his teeth. "Your dreams changed."

"I can't explain it," I tried to calm my breathing rhythm, and what had just happened in the dream was so real that I almost thought it was real.

"Maybe Roberta has changed." Dixon sounded a little uncertain.

Roberta? What will happen to her? Her strength was too weak to restore herself, what else could she do?

"Either way, it's not a good sign." I looked again at the girl lying on the bed, still asleep.

This dream is like a foreknowledge of the life path I never had, if there was no girl, maybe I would no longer exist in this world.

At this point, I heard Roberta muttering my name, and I couldn't help but bend over to her ear with curiosity. Roberta was whispering my name, but she was saying something else, and I moved closer.

"Marcus, have you thought about that? What are the consequences for you?"

When I heard what she said, I was shocked and couldn't help taking two steps back. Roberta fell back into a deep sleep after saying this, but I was still in it.

Next to the panic came a sudden surge of disgust from nowhere. Where did Roberta get this information? Did she dismiss it all as ignorance? Doesn't that make me a mean clown? I hurriedly grabbed my phone and called Zora.

'What is it?

"Are you home now?"

"Yes, what happened?"

"I'll be right over."

My hands were even shaking slightly when I hung up the phone, and the sudden change threw me off my pace for an instant. Damn it, I'm a little desperate already. Picking up the clothes, I rushed out of the door without looking back.