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I rouse quickly, taking a deep breath to satisfy my burning lungs. I notice my body is soaked in sweat as if I spent hours in a sauna. I’m too afraid to close my eyes again, so I take slow deep breaths, in and out, attempting to calm my racing heart. When I finally feel like myself, I realize it was all a dream. I search the room, looking for any sign that it was real, but all I find is Paisley’s blanket and the note, still tight in my grasp.
I pull myself up from the bed and walk to the crib, placing the blanket back, before heading to the kitchen. I peel the damp note from my hand and toss it into the garbage, with a sigh. I don’t know what these dreams mean, but I know the man in my dreams is not my Malachi. I know it would mean he is still alive, but these are only nightmares. ‘I need to talk to Sukie. She might know why I keep having these dreams,’ I think to myself, noticing the clock on the stove blinking. “That’s weird. The time was right yesterday. I don’t remember the lights going out,” I say puzzled. As I look around the kitchen, I see all the other electronics are blinking too, but I shrug it off.
Turning to the door, I open it to reveal a clear sunny morning without a cloud in sight and the bluest sky I’ve ever seen. I take a deep breath, picking up the scent of fresh cedar pines and fall leaves. The cool breeze twirls my hair around, sending a chill throughout my body. I wrap my arms around myself for warmth, but a new feeling takes over. I feel a pair of eyes on me, so I turn to my left to see a shadow moving out of sight behind a tree. I squint my eyes, thinking my vision is playing tricks on me before I’m rudely interrupted. “Chloe,” Blair says, coming around the corner of the house behind me. My body cringes at the sound of her voice. “Ugh,” I sigh, rolling my eyes as I turn around to face her.
“Yes, wicked witch,” I say, annoyance dripping from my tone. “Is that how you would speak to Malachi’s mother?” she asks rudely. “No, she is dead,” I say with a smirk. She ignores my sarcasm, but with the look on my face she can tell I’m the reason why. “I think it’s time you and I have a chat about starting a family with Luca. It’s time the coven raises their next generation,” she says casually like it’s nothing but a fleeting thought. I cross my arms, giving her a look of disgust. “Um, no thanks,” I replied sourly, scrunching my nose.
“Young lady, you need to learn some manners. I’m getting tired of your attitude,” Blair nags, moving closer to me. “Well, you old hag, guess what. I don’t give a shit what you think,” I snap, turning to walk away from her. I am so sick of this witch telling me what to do or how to act. “Don’t you walk away from me, you little bitch! I killed your so-called mate and don’t think I would hesitate to do the same to that abomination you call a child,” she shouts as if she’s proud of herself. I was already fuming, and she made the mistake of placing her hand on my arm.
The anger in me rose to a whole new level, igniting an inferno within me. I swivel back around ripping her hand off me, then shoving it away. “DON’T EVER TALK ABOUT MY DAUGHTER AGAIN! AND IF YOU EVER MENTION KILLING MY MATE AGAIN, I’LL RIP YOUR COLD BLACK HEART OUT,” I growl deeply, stepping right up into her face. “How will you do that,” Blair sneered, meeting my eyes. “You have no power without your wolf,” she laughs in my face. ‘That. Is. It. I have had enough of this bitch,’ I think, bringing my hands up to push her away, but with so much anger coursing through me, my body is overcome by an electrifying swarm. I feel like a completely different person like evil has overtaken me, and a maniacal smirk creeps onto my face.
Instantly, my instincts kick in and I suddenly know what I’m doing as if I’m a natural. I follow the flow of my body, raising my hand in front of me. I imagine my hand wrapping around Blair’s throat and she immediately starts to gasp for air. I look into her eyes, becoming satisfied by the panic that starts to show all over her wrinkled face as if I’m ripping her soul out.
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