His plump mate (Rebel and Austin) by Buchanan novel Chapter 557

Sinclair POV

I’m in the woods, letting Mali run. We are feeling the air whip through our fur. I’m smiling. I feel carefree. I feel…content.

I see a pond. It looks serene. Honeysuckle vines are climbing up trees, and bushes are everywhere, releasing a sweet smell. The pond looks like glass, and I can see the clouds reflected in the sky above it. It looks almost too perfect.

I hear rustling behind one of the trees. Mali takes a defensive stance.

‘What is it, Mali?’

‘I don’t know. Something doesn’t feel right. This whole place doesn’t feel right.’

The rustling continues, and in the distance, a man appears. He looks pained…hurt. I stay still. He comes towards me. But then, there is another person with him. A woman. She has a black ring around her neck.

What the hell is this? They don’t seem to notice me. I don’t want them to notice me either.

‘Mali, let’s go.’

But Mali doesn’t move. She tilts her head, looking at the man and woman in the distance. She is very interested in the scene unfolding.

I tell her to turn back, but again I am met with silence. I sighed and decided that, as long as we keep quiet, we won’t be discovered.

We observe the man and woman. They talk and talk, and Mali continues observing. Then the man falls to his knees and looks up at her. She points to me and vanishes. The man in the distance looks at me, stands up, then walks away. Mali cries and then finally walks back.

I jolt awake.

What the hell was that? My heart is beating rapidly, and my hands are shaking. What a bizarre dream. It wasn’t a nightmare exactly, but it left me feeling unsettled.

‘Mali, what was that?’

She’s quiet for a second but then answers. ‘I don’t know. I felt really sad, though. He was clearly hurting, and that woman just left.’

‘Why did she point at us? We were hidden. We were quiet.’

‘I don’t know, Clair. I just felt more alone than I have ever felt. It was an uncomfortable kind of alone, too.’

I don’t understand it. But it’s just a weird dream. No sense in lingering on it. ‘It’s seven in the morning. Time to get up and continue searching for Ronan.’

Mali still feels contemplative but agrees.

I strip down and look at myself in the mirror. I sighed. I’m not like Thalia or Kaia. My body doesn’t have those kinds of curves. I look plain. My brown hair is straight with no kind of volume. Iris was even prettier. Her hair was wavy. I remember seeing it in her pictures.

My body is at least toned, and my skin is smooth. I don’t have any features that would make anyone desperate or fall over themselves to be with me. I looked down and sighed again. My mind is the only thing that makes me stand out.

It isn’t what someone sees when they meet a person, though, is it? I have never seen a man look at a woman walking by and say, ‘Look at the mind on that one. I don’t even know why I’m thinking about this now. Maybe it was that dream and the man taking one look at me, and turning his back as he walked away.

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