Big Bad Wolfie novel Chapter 56

Silence hung in the air. . .

". . . You can't just say something like that and not follow up."

I gave a dry laugh. "Well, what is there to say?"

". . . Well. . . What was the dream about?" He spoke quietly, trying not to wake anyone else.

I looked at him blankly, "Guess."

He sighed and tried to pull me further into his chest, but I stopped him.

It was my turn to sigh, "You can't just do that. I'm using you as a human heater and that's all. Period."

"What if I wanna be more than just a human heater?" He whispered.

"What if I don't wanna be in the middle of the woods being chased by hybrids with a mate that took over my house?"

Silence.

"Yeah, we don't always get what we want."

He sighed. "Why do you have to be so difficult?"

"Why do you have to be an @sshole?"

"Oh my goddess, fine then, what was the nightmare about before?" He grumbled.

I hesitated.

Do I really want to get into this with him?

It didn't work out so well the last time.

"Please?" He whispered.

Ughhh.

"It's good to talk about —"

"Don't give me that get it off you chest bull crap, I've heard it all before and it doesn't help."

He clamped his mouth shut and a pitiful pout fell on his face.

I glared into the sky at the fact my heart hurt at the sight of it and a small voice in the back of my head told me to be less snippy and that he's just trying to help.

I glared harder and turned to him.

"C'mon Maria, please," he got a vulnerable look and looked me in the eyes. Maybe even past my eyes and into my soul. "Let me in."

My glare slowly melted and I sighed.

D@mn the mate bond.

"Well. . . It's kind of hard to explain. . . My nightmares don't really make much sense," I looked down, suddenly feeling shy.

I feel like I'm about to bear my heart out to him.

Again.

I stopped.

. . . Maybe I shouldn't —

"Maria," he covered my hand with his massive one, "I'm listening."

I looked up at him.

Behind his eyes I felt like there was a message.

Don't be afraid.

I kept looking into them.

Don't be afraid to be vulnerable.

They looked too caring not to spill my guts out for.

And it's not often I get this kind of offer, for people to just listen to me.

I started off softly, "This dream always starts the same way." I took a deep breath. "My cousin, Sophie, and I were playing hide and seek, just like we were on the real day," I proceeded to tell him about the rest of the dream.

About how she disappeared and how Aunt Brie ended up with her head.

"Oh my goddess," Wolfie mumbled.

"Of course that's not how it went in real life," I tried to comfort. ". . . Although, it's not too far off," I trailed off, holding back the tears trying to invade my vision.

He squeezed my hand tighter, "Go on," he whispered. "Please."

I took another calming breath and continued. "On the real day, my aunt came outside to look for her daughter. When my cousin's scent was long gone she ran to get my parents and uncle while telling me to stay inside. They and a few others they called scoured the main square for her. That's the only place she could reach on foot in such a short amount of time, especially with the half mile of Forrest between the main square and the rest of the house for hunting purposes."

And now I'm rambling because I'm trying not to cry.

"Moral of the story they didn't find her."

A single tear dripped down my cheek.

"I'm so sorry —" he started.

"And then a week later her head was found in a box at the border."

Silence.

"They figured out it was the hybrids everyone had been talking about . . . and at first everyone was wondering why they'd go through the trouble of kidnapping her just to kill her a week later. . ." I swallowed. "Then they came to the consensus it was me they were trying to kidnap. . . And when they figured out they got the wrong girl, they killed her and used her as a message."

His hold on my hand tightened even more.

The tears are falling now. I don't know when they started, but there's no stopping them now.