I Ran From My Psycho Step-brother Straight Into The Alpha's Lap novel Chapter 154

**When Night Grows Softer Hope Returns To Lead Us by Asa Rowan Finn**

**Chapter 154**

“Step in and let’s begin our exploration of the strands,” the wolf instructed, his voice steady and reassuring. He turned his form towards the water, his paws making soft ripples in the surface.

Talya, her heart racing with a mixture of excitement and trepidation, followed closely behind. As she stepped into the substance, she was taken aback by the realization that it wasn’t water at all. It bore a resemblance to water but had an unusual thickness, a viscous quality that felt almost alive. She hesitantly dipped her fingers into it, marveling at the sensation; her hand emerged completely dry, defying her expectations.

After they had waded a short distance, the wolf paused, his keen eyes scanning the surroundings. “Now, pay attention to the lines beneath us,” he instructed, his tone shifting to one of focus. Talya glanced down, her breath catching in her throat as she took in the sight. The myriad of colors crisscrossed beneath her feet like a vibrant tapestry. “Each line here holds significance. The thicker the line, the more profound the connection to the creator. My alphas possess the thickest lines in this realm.”

Her curiosity piqued, Talya leaned closer, her eyes darting from one line to another. “And the colors?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“The colors represent a spectrum of emotions,” the wolf explained, his gaze unwavering. “As you engage in dream walking, you’ll learn to decipher these hues. While I can’t speak for the other realms, I know this one well. Blue signifies calmness, red embodies anger, pink reflects passion, yellow indicates stress, black conveys shame, purple hints at lust, green reveals guilt, and the list continues. But don’t burden yourself with memorizing these just yet; I suspect the colors in the vampire realm will differ entirely. For now, let’s practice. Find a line that speaks to you.” He paused, his expression encouraging. “Isolate it, but don’t touch it.”

Talya surveyed the tangled web of lines below her, feeling a sense of overwhelming complexity, akin to the intricate blood vessels depicted in human anatomy textbooks. After a moment, she spotted a prominent yellow line. “That one,” she declared, her finger pointing decisively.

“Excellent choice,” the wolf acknowledged. “In this context, yellow represents stress. This wolf’s dream will be intertwined with the stressors in his life. Keep in mind, dreams do not always mirror reality in a straightforward manner. They are often abstract, veiling the true source of the stress. You may find hints scattered throughout the dream; your task is to piece them together to uncover the underlying cause. It may take multiple dreams to form a complete picture.”

Talya bit her lip, uncertainty creeping in. “This feels like an insurmountable challenge.”

“It won’t be a walk in the park,” the wolf conceded, his tone serious yet encouraging. “At times, you might even catch a glimpse of an actual memory woven into the dream. It requires keen observation. But with each dream walk, you will grow more adept. Now, let’s begin your practice. Position yourself firmly on either side of the line. You can traverse any of them, but be warned: the moment you touch one, it will draw you in. You must be prepared; accidental contact can be overwhelming,” he cautioned.

Talya took a deep breath, positioning herself so that the yellow line ran between her legs. She spread her feet apart, grounding herself. “Alright, I’m ready,” she said, her voice steadying.

“Commence when you feel prepared. Remember, nothing harmful can occur; it’s merely a dream,” the wolf reassured her. She fought against the unease his words stirred within her. Before she could second-guess herself, she reached down, clasping the line with both hands.

In an instant, she was engulfed by the dream. The world around her shifted, and she found herself observing a man in his late twenties, dressed sharply in a tailored suit, sprinting after a taxi. Each time the taxi halted, he would surge forward, only for it to pull away just as he reached out to grasp the door handle. Frustration etched across his features, he glanced at his watch. It read eight o’clock.

Suddenly, the taxi morphed into a stark white void. The man stood before a gathering of people seated around a long table, a boardroom atmosphere palpable in the air. He was at the forefront, attempting to speak, yet every time he tried to make a point, a man at the head of the table interrupted him, his authority palpable. Talya could sense the man’s mounting frustration; he was visibly trembling with anger.

Just then, a hand landed on her arm, jolting her from her reverie. Startled, she lost her grip on the line and was instantly pulled back to reality, standing beside the wolf once more. “What did you witness?” he inquired, his eyes searching hers.

Talya recounted the vivid scenes she had just experienced. “Help me interpret it,” she implored, a hint of desperation in her voice.

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