All Chapters of Nathaniel: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Dominique pressed into me and wrapped her arms around my neck. I landed on the ground and started to run. I knew my speed would affect Dominique, but there was nothing for it now. We had to move as the wolves were howling as they came after us. I picked up my speed as I felt the wolf gaining on us when another wolf rammed it into the ground out of nowhere. I was thankful. Nicholas’s wolves were fighting. “Nicholas said some of his wolves were already here. They must be trying to keep Jacob’s pack at bay. I do not believe many here belong to Nicholas, but hopefully, it will be enough for me to get you to safety.” “Nathaniel, you must put me down and get out of here. I’m slowing you down. It can’t be easy to run while carrying my weight.” “I’m not leaving you, Dominique. But, if something happens to you, I won’t be able to live with it or without you. So, if I should die today, I will die happy as I was able to have my second chance with the woman I loved,” I said as I looked at he

I woke up to find myself in a dark room. My body was tired, and I needed blood. I slowly moved into a sitting position and realized I was on a bed in some hospital room. I didn’t see any windows whatsoever. I smelled a faint trace of wolf. I assumed I was in a werewolf hospital. I wasn’t sure how long I had been here. I moved off the bed and immediately hit the floor as my body was wracked with pain. I lay there for hours before finally mustering the strength to crawl towards the door. I banged on it with everything I had, but no one came. I called out but heard nothing in response. I thought Nicholas and I had a truce. Why was he doing this to me? I lay there for what seemed like days. I didn’t even die for the day. What was happening? I could feel myself going mad. I heard voices from the past. I started seeing images from my past. They were so real, and I began to talk to Rose. I kept reliving my death and the anger I felt toward Rose. My body was breaking down without blood t

The next night when I awoke, I felt for Dominique. She was asleep, so I went into her mind. I created a dream world for her so we could talk and she could see me. I wasn’t sure if it would be easier for her or not. I hoped she had gotten over her anger, but I was sure she would have it for a long time. I created a room with a bed covered with black, gossamer curtains. I laid down and sent the dream to her. Dominique walked up to the bed and pulled the curtain back. “Nathaniel? Where are we? And how did we get here?” Dominique asked. “We are in your dream, my love. I came to you like this as I did not think you would want to see me. Don’t worry. Nothing bad can happen to you here,” I said as I stood up. I walked over and enveloped her in my arms. I felt the sadness taking me over and knew I was projecting it. I felt her hug me as the pull between us became more forceful. I kissed her cheek and put my head on top of hers. I just wanted to hold her for a minute more. “Dominique, I

I walked out into the reception. I could feel the wolves’ eyes on me. So many of them looked at me with hate in their eyes, but I didn’t care. I wasn’t here for them. I was here for the woman I loved. I knew it would be torture to hold her close and then let her go, but I had to. I heard a low growl come from Tim as he felt my approach. He could get over it since he had won, after all. I tapped him on the shoulder.    “Tim, Dominique, congratulations on your marriage. Tim, I was hoping for a dance with the bride, if you don’t mind.”   Tim looked at Dominique. She smiled at him, and I knew they were communicating silently. Tim wasn’t happy, but he stepped back and let me take Dominique into my arms. Dominique placed her hand on mine as her other hand

I was looking over some reports when I suddenly felt something was wrong with Dominique. It felt like fear, but it was gone as suddenly as it came on. I tried to link her to see if everything was alright, but she didn’t answer. It felt like she was asleep. Perhaps she was having a nightmare. I could still feel her, and she didn’t feel like she was in pain. I went back to my reports.   An hour later, I felt like something was wrong again, but this time I felt a pain that wasn’t mine. I ran out of the house and began running to Dominique’s house when I felt Dominique open herself up to me. It had been at least thirteen years since she had opened herself up to me without dreaming. I staggered and then brought myself to a halt.   “Dominique,