Chapter Five
Thinking of Dallah, my heart beats rapidly and I go dizzy, that is when I know I am in someone’s dream. I walk in darkness with my hands held in front of me as I hear her voice call to me.
“Zara?”
“I’m here, where’s the lights?” I joke.
“Just think of the room being light and it will be?”
I quickly imagine there being a fireplace, and there it is! Wow, that’s cool.
“Hey, what’s with the fire?” Dallah asks walking up to me.
“I thought it would be pretty. Why was your dream so empty?”
“Because that's how I feel.” She tells me with a sigh.
“Not any more, start dreaming of us at the beach, or at a party, something fun. I know your sad Dallah but it won’t be for long, ok?”
“Yeah.” She replies with a weak smile.
“Ok, let’s do this; um...let’s try holding hands, I’ll see if I can take you to Julian, if this work’s I’ll leave you while I get Den, yeah?”
“Perfect!” She tells me with an elated grin.
I love to see her so happy just at the mention of Julian’s name. I used to feel the same way about Sallack, sigh.
“He’s going to be so happy to see you Dallah. I am going to try my best. Let’s go, hey you think of him too, who knows, it might help.”
I tell her, but can already tell that she has had him on her mind for the last month, let alone right now.
The feeling of dizziness takes me again, and as I open my eyes, Dallah is standing in front of me with her eyebrows pulled into a frown, as she bites her bottom lip while looking over my shoulder. I turn my head to follow her gaze, and there, sits Julian in his bedroom at the Brothers’ mansion.
“Julian?” Dallah whispers out.
His head snaps up as he locks eyes with her. Before I can blink, he has her in his arms kissing her passionately. With a grin on my face, I take a step back and push myself away from Julian’s dream and straight into Den’s.
The warm sun hits my face as I open my eyes to miles of golden sand, and clear blue water, we are on a beach!
“You took your time!” Den tells me as I’m lifted off my feet into a big hug.
“Wow Den, where is this place?” I ask in awe.
“I made it up, it’s cool, huh?” He says, shrugging his shoulders before kissing me on the lips.
“It’s breathtaking; I have never seen anything so peaceful.” I tell him as I look out to sea.
“Let's go for a swim. Hey, where’s this outfit come from?” He asks, pulling a disgusted face at my pj’s, did he actually think I was going to come to his dream in my underwear again.
“Maybe some other time, as I managed to include Dallah in my dream walking, she’s back at Julian’s. I want to get everyone together in one dream, and I’m thinking it should be yours.”
“You can do that?” He asks me in amazement.
“I didn’t know I could until a few minutes ago, but yeah.”
“Wow, look at you, I’m gunna call you my dream girl from now on.” He teases.
“No you won’t!” I tell him playfully rolling my eyes.
“Ok, who first?” He asks with excitement.
“Dom?”
“Good choice.”
I take Den’s hands in mine, but he goes one better and wraps me in his arms, while I tell him to think of Dom.
“Hey handsome.” I call to Dom as he runs through the woods in Wolf form. He runs up to us as he shifts into human form and picks me up into a giant hug.
“Zara, what’s going on?” He asks with a light frown, while he runs the back of his fingers down my cheek.
I explain to Dom about being with Dallah, and of my being able to dream walk, along with having Dallah with me, and of her being with Julian.
“K, who’s next?” I ask Den with a wide smile.
“Oh definitely Mickey, that little fucker must have some wicked dreams.” He laughs.
Mickey is the worst flirt I know, having a one-track mind, women!
Taking hold of Dom and Den’s hands, I tell them to think of Mickey, as it will help. I don’t know how many people I can take into somebody’s dream so I’m not sure if it will work this time.
It worked perfectly; there sitting on a chair in an empty bar at Sallack’s is Mickey with his back to us. However, what really catches my eye is that he has three topless woman giving him lap dances, even worse! It’s me, Dallah and Candy! What the...
“Mickey!” I shout his name through embarrassed laughter.
He spins around to face us looking stunned, then jumps up and walks to us casually.
“Hey baby, two Zara’s! Brilliant. Ah man, why am I dreaming of dudes?” He says, looking at the Dom and Den in an offended way.
“Mickey, it’s Me Zara, the real one,” I tell him, as I quickly erase the naked me, Dallah and Candy.
“No shit?”
He looks at me properly as I’m once again lifted off my feet into a crushing hug.
“You’re bad Mickey! No more naked Dallah and me. And Candy, What’s that about?”
“Oh no you don’t, this is my dream!” He tells me followed with a kiss.
“Fair enough,”
I take the three of them back to Den’s wonderful beach after explaining to Mickey how the whole dream-walking thing is done.
On entering Ruk’s dream, I am shocked, putting my hands over my mouth to stop the cry begging for release. In the middle of an open field are Sallack, Den, Parrise, Angus, Richard, and Theo, who are fighting their way through him to get to me. The Zara, he dreams of is laid on the earth distraught and crying with her heart breaking, while he tries to comfort her, and fighting them all away. I remove the men and the sobbing me from his dream as I run up to him and hold onto him for dear life.
“It's a dream Ruk. I’m real; I’m ok, look at me.” I tell him, holding his face in my hands.
“Come back Zara?” He asks with his voice laced in dejection.
“Soon I promise. I need you to know that I am ok. I’m a dream walker Ruk.”
I have so much love for Ruk; he is my friend and my rock. Seeing him here, is as if time stands still, he is everything you could want in a man, he is tender, strong, and is stunningly handsome. Most of all I trust him completely.
I tell him everything he needs to know before I take him to Den, Mickey, and Dom, after making him believe that I can deal with Sallack alone, which angers the protector in him to no end.
Sallack’s dream is the hardest yet. Lying before me in his bed with me in his arms as we make love, while he repeats over and over again ‘I’m sorry beautiful’.
Up until this point, I had done so well, not just seeing the Brothers’, I mean from the moment that I choose to go with Richard that night, the night I promised that my emotions wouldn’t take over. However, as I stand here looking at the life I should have been living, the life I had, the love that was ours, my heart shatters within my chest.
I erase the Zara in his arms as I walk over to him slowly. I can’t speak for the lump in my throat, trying my hardest to keep the tears from falling and stand tall and alone telling myself ‘You can do this’ over and over in my head.
“Is that really you Beautiful?” He asks with a sorrowful note, as if he knows that I am real, and not just a dream.
“Yeah,” I tell him in a whisper with a nod of my head.
“You’re a dream walker?”
Again, I just nod. I can’t, I won’t, let anything take away the strength I have tried so hard to keep within me.
“Zara I ...”
“No, it’s ok Sallack, I forgive you, I promise I do. It was just hard to see that.” I say pointing to the bed where he lay with me in his arms just moments ago.
“Why, I don’t deserve your forgiveness?” He asks in disbelief.
“Come to me Sallack.” I ask him gently as my shaky legs won’t budge.
He walks the few steps to me, with an intense loo
k in his eyes. Releasing the tears he was trying so hard to fight off. Stepping forward I wipe under his eyes with my thumbs and kiss his cheek.
“We weren’t meant to be Sallack, I know that now, but I will never look at you with anything but love. I owe a lot to you. I should hate you but I don’t, I can’t. I want us to be friends Sallack?”
“Oh beautiful, how could I have hurt something so pure. Are you an Angel Zara?” He asks me in a serious tone.
I smile up at him as I wrap my arms around him, and look him straight in the eye.
“No Sallack I’m not an Angel. Will you give me something?” I ask holding him tightly.
“Anything Beautiful,” He tells me gently.
“I want one last kiss?” I ask, it is all I have wanted from the moment I knew we were not meant to be, I need to feel him one last time.
Not missing a beat, his lips take mine gently as a feeling of bliss and love tingles through my body. He holds me tightly in his strong arms as I melt into him. The kiss is not what I imagined though; it feels wrong in away, which it is, as he is not my chosen. Nevertheless, I had to feel his lips on mine one last time, as I never got to say goodbye to our love, nor did he and we both needed this closure.
I pull away from him slowly and look up at him.
“A kiss of Goodbye?” He asks me already knowing the answer.
“Yeah,” I tell him with a sigh.
“I am sorry...”
“The others are waiting, will you come with me?” I ask needing to change the subject; I have cried over Sallack so much that if I let the tears fall again, it will take away the strength I have so desperately held onto.
“When you tell me where you really are, and why?”
“Don’t push it Alpha.” I tease.
“God you’re stubborn.”
“Yep. We need to pick up Dallah and Julian on the way, take my hands.”
“Short version!” He tells me with an eye roll, as he folds his arms.
Therefore, I give him the short version, just as I have all the Brothers’.
We walk into Julian’s dream, where he sits holding Dallah on his bed. I hug him while he thanks me for bringing Dallah to him, not without giving me a telling off for leaving with Richard that night. The four of us hold hands; well Sallack and Julian are a little reluctant to, which I roll my eyes at.
The Brothers’ circle us as they greet Dallah with tight hugs and kisses to the forehead. I notice Ruk looking a little on edge, so I go to stand next to him as he places his arm over my shoulder and kisses the side of my head, making my heart flutter. Good god he is perfection.
Dallah tells the Brothers’ of her arranged bonding to Richard, that I’m guessing she’s already spoke to Julian about in private, as his head is downcast staring into the sand growling to himself. She tells them that she is working on a way out of the bonding, but she needs time, which angers them further. We have grown to be a family, a very close loving family, so it is very hard for the Brothers’ to think of us alone in the Dark Coven.
“So where is Parrise and Angus? Parrise has been away for days, but Angus has been with us every night over the last two months, but not tonight.” Sallack asks looking between Dallah and me, his face full of suspicion.
Dallah takes this one as she can feel that I really do not want to answer them on this matter. I don t know whether to be truthful or lie to keep them safe.
“Parrise has come to the Dark coven as a guest of Richard. Richard has wanted Parrise and Angus as allies for many years, so he thinks nothing strange of Parrise being there. I believe Angus will be with us tomorrow night.” She tells them cautiously, as we wait for their views on the matter.
“What the fuck!!!” Den shouts to no one in particular.
“Den, I know you want to be with us, to see we are well, but I’m powerful, as are Parrise and Angus, trust us to keep Zara safe?”
Dallah tells him with a confident plea.
“Dallah, I worry for you too babe, you and Zara are my girls, I want to look after you both.” He tells her, wanting her to recognize the love he has for her also.
“I know Den. We will be back soon.” She tells them all, before she turns in Julian’s arms and kisses him tenderly to calm him. I feel so helpless for Julian; I know what it is like to love someone, but not to be able to have them.
“Zara, look at me?” Ruk whispers to me.
I face him, as his eyes search mine.
“I feel like I’m missing something that is right in front of me. Are you safe, and please don’t lie to me.” He asks, making my heart break. Somewhere deep inside his heart, he knows the truth about me, Dallah, even my connection to Angus, but Parrise made him forget about the truth until it was the right time, if there will ever be a right time.
“I’m alright now, I promise.”
“Now? What’s happened to you up there?” He growls, looking insanely sexy.
Before I can make up a lame lie to get myself out of it, I have the most bizarre feeling of someone’s breath on my face, and then... shit! Someone is touching my hair!
“Dallah I think we should go,” I tell her calmly, but push my fear on to her that someone is in the bedroom as we lay defenseless in bed asleep, and luckily, it works. She whispers something to Julian, before rushing to me and taking my hands.
We say our goodbyes and promise to come back to their dreams and to keep safe. They ask questions on why we are leaving so soon, which Dallah answers like a pro.
I imagine each one of them in their own bedrooms, and just like that, they all disappear. Quicker than lightning, I take Dallah back to her dark dream and wake myself up, then Dallah. We both scan the bedroom as best we can for any movement.
“Someone has been here, but I don’t know who!” Dallah says and we both suspect it was Richard.
“Shit, do you think I freaked the Brothers’ out, with leaving so abruptly?”
“No, they’ll be fine and whoever was here is long gone, so let’s get some sleep. I’m too happy to let some peeping tom ruin my dreams tonight, if, and when I find out who was in here, I will blow their head into tiny pieces,” She growls out her last words.
“Yeah you will,” I tell her with a snort, not because I don’t believe her, no, the total opposite. Dallah maybe stunningly beautiful, kind, good natured, and emotional at times, but mess with her or those she holds close, and she will bring hell to their door. Luckily, the Brothers’, Angus, Parrise, and I am her friends, her family, but I would be scared of her if she ever had it in for me.
I close my eyes listening to Dallah as she tells me how fantastic it was to see Julian again, and how desperately she wants to be with him, which breaks my heart to hear. Nevertheless, they will be together soon, I know in my heart they will, and when I tell her this, I can actually hear her smile.
The next morning, I wake in a mass of quilts and pillows, like I’ve had a restless night’s sleep. Sitting up in Dallah’s bed, I start to panic when I don’t see her. I jump out of bed and run to the bedroom door and fling it open with speed and force.
“Where is she?” I ask Kiss-ass, who stands guard against the wall.
He sighs and looks back down to the floor, not wanting to acknowledge me.
“Prick!” I call him, before slamming the door and rushing to get ready.
I dress quickly in one of Dallah’s outfits and leave the bedroom in search of her.
As I get to the top of the stairs, I sigh when I see Richard standing to the side with a mischievous look in his eyes.
“Lovely to see you, little whore.”
“Get over yourself Dick!”
“Dick?” He asks with a raised brow.
“Yeah where I come from we shorten names, and Dick is short for Richard in England, so Dick it is?” I tell him, while plastering a fake smile on my face.
He laughs just before slamming my body against the door opposite the staircase. Gripping my shoulders and squeezing hard till he has the satisfaction of seeing me wince i
n pain.
“What makes you think you can speak to me in this way?” He shouts in my face.
“What makes you think you can treat me the way you do!” I shout back at him, and getting his hand across my face in return. I look him hard in the eye, full of contempt for him, while biting my tongue. That bastard might be standing tall and proud, but not tall enough for me to miss the fear in his eyes, even if it was only a flash, it was still there.
“I am the Prince; you will speak to me with respect!” He commands.
“I have no respect for you, I never will! You will regret the day you met me Richard, I swear to it! The...”
Before I finish my curse, two Werewolves dash out of their room, smirking and hoping to see some drama. Richard takes his hands off me and sneers at the man and woman as he stalks away.
There is no way of charming that man he is a lost cause. He always has been, always will be in my eyes.
“Zara, hey Zara!” Dallah shouts.
I look around the grand ground floor as I see her heading my way with a beaming smile.
“Where have you been?” I ask her with a smile, relieved to see her safe and happy.
“I left a note on the mirror, did you not see it? Ok, well I had to pick something up from a friend!” She tells me eagerly; as she passes me the necklace that she made for me when we first connected. I take it from her hands and hold it close to me, smiling as I look at her.
“Where did you get it?”
“Dorothy found it and asked me to retrieve it.”
“Oh my god, I thought I had lost it,” I tell her as I slip it over my head, and place the stunning pink stone in between my breasts, so grateful to have it back.
“What happened to your shoulder, and your face?” She asks with her face turning red with anger.
“Nothing I can’t handle. Thank you for picking this up for me, I don’t know what I would have done if I had lost it. Come on I’m starving.” I tell her as I pull her arm to walk beside me. She doesn’t budge.
“This was Richard wasn’t it?” She asks in an irate tone.
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