His Nanny Mate (Moana and Edrick Morgan) novel Chapter 223

#Chapter 223: Wake Up

Moana

“Moana, wake up!” my wolf’s voice suddenly said. That wasn’t a dream… It was real. The rain was real. The wind beating down on me, whipping my hair into my face, was all real.

I opened my eyes, and shrieked at what I saw.

I wasn’t in bed. Iwas standing on the balcony, up on the ledge in my nightgown. I felt my stomach drop as I stumbled backwards and clung to the rail, heaving in my chest as the feeling of fight or flight kicked in. Every fiber in me screamed to get away from the ledge, and I scrambled away and back to my feet, sobbing loudly. Nothing could be heard over the sound of my own racing heartbeat and the sound of the wind and the rain; for all I knew, I was really on that cliff from my dream, and Michael very well could be standing behind me with the knife in his hand.

The door behind me stood wide open with the wind blowing the curtains aggressively. I ran inside to safety, and as I did, I ran straight into not Michael, but a petrified Edrick.

“Moana?!” he said. “What happened?!”

I couldn’t speak. I could only sob and shake violently as he gathered me into his arms and carried me back to the bed. He held me there for a long time, just rocking me while I continued wailing.

“The knife,” I said, “Michael has the knife. H-He’s going to kill me—”

“Shh,” Edrick said, stroking my wet hair as his wide eyes stared unblinkingly at the open balcony doors. “Just breathe, and then you can tell me everything.

For the longest time, Edrick just held me and rocked me back and forth until no more tears would come and my chest was too sore to sob anymore. I kept feeling as though I was still inside of a nightmare, like I would suddenly wake up and everything would be okay. But I was awake, and the fact that I sleepwalked straight out onto the balcony in the pouring rain and nearly fell to my death was completely real.

I didn’t know what was going on… I didn’t know if the dreams were visions, omens, or if they were just bad dreams as my mind descended into madness. Either way, it felt as though something inside of my mind wanted me dead. It felt as though my entire body wanted to kill me, like I couldn’t even trust the very fibers of my being to keep me alive. If it weren’t for my wolf suddenly calling my name and waking me up, I most certainly would have fallen to my death.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I felt calm enough to speak. Edrick left me for only a few minutes to make some tea, and when he returned I clutched the warm teacup in my shaking hands like my life depended on it. I was shocked by his calm demeanor, but I was incredibly thankful for it at the same time.