“Kane, are you awake now?” Dobah asked, trailing his eyes over his twin who eyes were still shut, but mind paths open.
“Yes, I am.” Kane replied, opening his eyes, instantly sitting up on the soil.
“Here is the ring. You took time waking up… is there any problem?” Dobah asked him, stretching out the ancient ring towards him.
He shrugged. “I’m not sure.”
He replied, collecting the ring and fixing it in his middle finger.
“But I had a dream.”
Dobah frowned, causes lines to crease his forehead. He stepped aside, gesturing Kane to stand up fully… so that they could sit on the nearby sofa and talk. Blenda was upstairs, packing up some things that would be useful to them in the journey to England.
When they had found out the exact location of Yodah and Freya, they had almost gone beserk. And worse, the former hadn’t given them a good reason through the mind path why he had travelled to another continent with the beautiful Freya.
Kane obliged, and moved speedily towards the couch, signing when he sat on it.
“You talked about having a dream… you know our kind do not dream. Is it the first time?” Dobah asked.
“No. The first one had been more like a memory, but it had emphasized the presence of those two troublesome twins that wanted to follow us wherever we went. You remember them?” Kane queried.
“How could I forget those two? Aiden and Julius right?” Dobah inquired, and Kane nodded.
“Yes, those two. I had seen them, and I don’t know why that had happened. And now this one…” He said, leaving the statement hanging.
“What did you see in this one?” Dobah asked.
“Well…” Kane started, narrating the dream from beginning, using pictures when necessary to illustrate every tiny detail of the dream to his twin brother.
“And the wolf…? How did you know her name was Lucille? Why do you think she is your lifemate? Remember she was a wolf.” Dobah asked, piquing his right eyebrow, obviously entralled by his twin’s strange dream.
Kane paused, then started the tale again. This time about the events that had transpired in the dream when the wolf had showed up.
Dream continuation (In present):
Kane spun around, still on his knees, his hands going up instinctively to catch the large, heavy white wolf as it sprang towards him.
“We have to leave here, Kane.” He heard the wolf mutter vehemently to him telepathically as it landed right beside him, and furrowed his eyebrows, thinking it was another trick, but for the steady rhythm of his heart. Lifemate. She was the one that he had submitted his condemnation letter to. Would she condemn him? And why had she shifted to a wolf?
“Who are you?” He asked gently, tempted to sink his fingers in the so white fur of the wolf.
“I’m Lucille. I’m a werewolf. According to some people, I am your lifemate. Although, I don’t understand how that can be. We are from two different kinds.” The wolf stated, even as she looked around the area as if searching out for any kind of threat.
“I came because you called for me actually. I heard your beckoning and I came. Your family couldn’t. They seem to think I am the only one that could get past the dark barrier.”
He knew the wolf was telling the truth, but he wished it could shift back to the woman so that he could appraise her.
But before he could make such request, forgetting temporarily his surroundings, two janguars came running out of the forest toward them.
“I will take out one, and you take out the other.” She said, and immediately he shook his head. He won’t let his lifemate fight his battle. He couldn’t afford to lose her, not now, after so many centuries of waiting and searching for her.
“No, you will do no such thing.” He said, and she snorted, already moving away from him to face one of the janguars.
He cussed, attempting to rise on his feet and stop her when one of the janguars jumped on him. The force and power of the jaguar was tremendous, driving him down and onto his back. Was this real, or was this an illusion like the shadowy vampires must have been? His fingers sank into thick fur. Claws raked his belly, tearing through skin and muscle. Hot, fetid breath exploded in his face, and wicked teeth scraped along his arm as he used sheer strength to keep the beast from getting to his throat and skull. For one moment, as he lay beneath the cat, keeping its massive head from his, he felt someone-her-his lifemate-move in his brain.
Her cry of terror echoed through his mind, replacing hunger and confusion with a focus he might not otherwise have found. He saw her reaching for the cat, trying to aid him. Not wanting to risk her life, he broke the telepathic connection between them and dissolved. His body turned to vapor, streaming up and around the cat to reshape into that of a male jaguar with a broad, heavy head and a larger, stockier body the color of the darker shadows. Droplets of blood fell like mist, spattering the leaves and roots as he took the form of a rare black jaguar.
He snarled a challenge and leapt. The two cats crashed heavily together, rolling across roots and boughs, the sounds of battle disturbing the night. Many cats used strangulation to kill, but the jaguar, with its exceptionally powerful jaw, would bite directly through the skull between the temporal bones, killing prey instantly. Jaguars were extraordinarily strong, with compact, muscular bodies and broad heads. Stealthy and nearly invisible, they lived a solitary life in a shadowy world of dusk and dawn. With their incredible night vision, retractable lethal claws, piercing canines and well-muscled bodies built for ambush and stealth, they commanded the rain forest, yet they were leery of fighting one another.