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I can’t move,
It’s a supernova explosion inside me, once all the colors matching up. I try to crawl on hands and knees toward the door with outstretched hands. I can see the way her smile Kades instantly, her whole body stiffening as my eyes meet hers.
I’ve become useless.
Caleb’s taking great lungfuls of air through his nose; it’s as if he’s going on tippy toe, slowly twirling himself hypnotically around, in his own trance. His eyes are blown–out black, teeth. have started to descend, and the rippling of skin is starting to transform his body to more
fur than skin.
He’s losing complete control of himself as he falls down on both knees that can’t hold his
weight.
“She’s here.” Muffled words come through his extending jaw as it shifts into a muzzle.
My father’s voice is just whispers, my mind so completely overwhelmed at the moment nothing else registers.
I try to stand again, and tears blind my vision. I can’t pull my breath into my body. Rya’s eyes don’t leave mine, until my eyes fall on her heavily pregnant belly. Gripping my chest, I raise myself up, only to have a blur of fur rush past me head first, crashing into the glass patio door, shattering it as if a bomb just went off.
Mass chaos erupts as my father’s massive wolf follows his son inside.
Rya
Sometimes loneliness can be overwhelming.
At night, laying in my bed just thinking about things, my mind is unable to calm down. I’ve dug a deep hole for myself, and I’m not sure how to really climb out of it.
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With each passing day, my pit is getting deeper, sides steeper with no hope of escaping.
I thought that away would mean freedom from thoughts of Dallas, but no matter where I go, it’s impossible to escape him. It’s as if now that I’m not busy with things to do, I have th
time to think.
Dallas haunts ny nights and ghosts through my days as an apparition. Sometimes if I’m really still, I think I can get a side glimpse of him. When I turn my head, I realize it was just Buy imagination playing tricks on me, again and again. Walking through a busy store, my side view shows a silhouette of him at times, and I stop completely until realization hits.
That’s not him.
Sleep is the hardest. Closing my eyes at night, my rapidly moving eyelids see the dreams of him and what could be. Mornings have me crying into my pillow that it was only a dream.
That it wasn’t real.
Waking up from my dream late one night, I reach for the phone, needing to call Dallas, but it’s Clayton my fingers dial without direction, as if it is the most natural thing to do.
Someone who won’t judge me, who will just let me talk and listen.
“Hello,” his tired voice mutters.
“Clayton, it’s Rya.” There is hesitation in each word I say as I shift slightly on the unfamiliar mattress. I’m sure I’ll get used to its hardness eventually.
“Rya, are you all right?” He sounds like he is waking up a bit.
“Yeah, I’m all right. Is it too late? Did I wake you up?” I hold in my breath. Maybe I
shouldn’t have called.
“No, it’s fine.” He sighs. I can hear him shift his position in bed. “I’m up now. What’s going
on?” Just hearing his voice naturally calms all my anxiety
“I’m not sure.”
‘Not sure?”
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Served up, isn’t it?”
“No, not screwed up. Why are you calling me from this number?”
“I threw my
in the ocean.” I give a sad laugh out. “This is my new one.”
“You threw your phone into the ocean? What did it ever do to you?” He chuckles lazily, poking fun at me.
was a real jerk. so I threw it away.” Smiling into the darkness, I close my eyes, listening to his breath. It’s a perfect rhythm. Even the heart inside. my chest syncs to his rhythm.
“Whoa, a little aggressive, don’t you think?”
“That’s me, Miss Aggressive.” The flush his voice gives me spreads throughout the length of me, growing warmer and warmer as we continue to talk.
“How’s your trip going?” His voice sounds sleepy, a touch deeper than usual.
“Good. I rented a beach house. I’m going to stay here for a while. Is this okay? Me calling
you?”
“Call me anytime, Rya. Anytime you need me, I’ll be here.” He’s trying to sound so serious
as if he means it.
“How are you doing, Clayton?” Do I want to know? If I can’t handle the answer, why do I ask the questions? Because this wolf will tell me like it is, no matter if it hurts my feelings.
“It’s hard, Rya. I won’t lie. Everything is almost gone from my life. It’s a daily struggle to continue. Some days are better than others. Today was a good day.” My heart does hurt for him: I’m not insensitive for what he must be going through.
“I can’t believe she’s dead. I made up a story in my head that she was happy there with her
mate, that she had pups on the way. She was getting everything she always wanted. Somehow it made it easier for me. She always wanted pups. When her heat came, we always thought maybe we were the special ones, and we could have a pup of our own. It never worked.” It’s hard to listen to their dreams, while mine were never given a chance.
