Cal’s pack and had already tasted blood once. Emma didn’t show her usual gentleness or kindness as she completed a cursory examination of his wounds. “He’ll live,” she spat, making it sound like a curse.
Emma directed Simon in the evacuation of the cave. I stayed wherever Cal lay, never letting go of his hand. When Emma pulled her mom’s van into my driveway I just blinked in confusion. What were we doing here ? When did we get into the van?
“You have to let go now, love,” Simon said gently, as he pried my fingers from Cal’s hand. “Time to get you home to your parents.”
I gripped Cal’s hand more tightly and stared mutely at Simon.
“Yuki, it’s okay,” Emma said. “I’m pretty sure that Cal has a concussion. We need to get him back to the cabin, but you need to go home. The pack can’t have your parents getting curious.” I loosened my grip and let her slide her cool hand into mine. “You need sleep. Let me get you inside.”
Emma led me inside and up to my room. Once I was in bed she clicked the overhead light off and turned to leave.
“What about Cal?” I asked, staring at the ceiling.
“He’ll be okay,” Emma said. “I promise.” Then she was gone.
I couldn’t lose Cal. The pain of potential loss was all consuming, like stepping into a shadow and being swallowed whole, leaving nothing but darkness.
Chapter 14
The sound of wind rustling through tall grass made me open my eyes. Since when did grass grow in my bedroom? Gazing up at the ashen sky I could see blades of grass waving beside me. Pulling myself into a sitting position I looked at my surroundings. I appeared to be in a large field. Seeing no apparent threats, I stood. Where I had lain grew a small patch of beautiful blossoming wild flowers. Strange I didn’t crush them. That wasn’t the only thing that was odd about this place. Turning a pirouette, on the ball of my booted foot, I could see only grass in every direction.
Reaching down to touch the soil, I sent out a questioning thought to my spirit guide. “Why am I here?” I asked, silently.
I had discovered my assigned spirit animal at Shaman Camp with Cal. His kind of fun, not mine. Shaman Camp involved way too much dirt and hand holding and not nearly enough bathing. I stayed long enough to participate in a special ceremony where I was informed that my spirit animal was the scarab, or dung beetle. Not something I was overly excited about. Cal’s spirit animal, of course, was the wolf.
In previous dreams I had been able to manifest either my scarab spirit guide or Cal’s wolf spirit. Scarabs have a connection to the earth, hence touching the soil, but my spirit guide had said to return to her when I had learned “to walk the world of dreams and darkness.” I wasn’t so sure that I had learned enough in the past few weeks to warrant her help.
Digging my fingers into the moist soil I closed my eyes and I asked my question again. “Why am I here?” I asked.
A tingling began in my fingers and ran up through my arms. A warm pulsing rose up through my feet and I knew in which direction to walk. Good thing, since everything in this place looked the same. Striding forward I was shocked to see flowers blossoming wherever I stepped. Staring at the flowers rising up around my boots, I nearly fell when I heard a familiar voice.
“You always were so full of life,” Cal said.
Cal. “Oh God, you’re here!” I exclaimed, launching myself into his arms. “I was so worried.” Closing my eyes, I drank in his smell and the feel of him encircling me.
“Yuki, open your eyes,” he said.
Gazing up at Cal’s handsome face I etched every detail into memory. I vowed to never again be apart from his shaggy hair that fell into deep blue eyes and the full mouth that I now longed to kiss.
I had recently promised myself that I would never let him get hurt again, but he did get hurt. I had been the catalyst when he lost control of his human form at the
Emma directed Simon in the evacuation of the cave. I stayed wherever Cal lay, never letting go of his hand. When Emma pulled her mom’s van into my driveway I just blinked in confusion. What were we doing here ? When did we get into the van?
“You have to let go now, love,” Simon said gently, as he pried my fingers from Cal’s hand. “Time to get you home to your parents.”
I gripped Cal’s hand more tightly and stared mutely at Simon.
“Yuki, it’s okay,” Emma said. “I’m pretty sure that Cal has a concussion. We need to get him back to the cabin, but you need to go home. The pack can’t have your parents getting curious.” I loosened my grip and let her slide her cool hand into mine. “You need sleep. Let me get you inside.”
Emma led me inside and up to my room. Once I was in bed she clicked the overhead light off and turned to leave.
“What about Cal?” I asked, staring at the ceiling.
“He’ll be okay,” Emma said. “I promise.” Then she was gone.
I couldn’t lose Cal. The pain of potential loss was all consuming, like stepping into a shadow and being swallowed whole, leaving nothing but darkness.
Chapter 14
The sound of wind rustling through tall grass made me open my eyes. Since when did grass grow in my bedroom? Gazing up at the ashen sky I could see blades of grass waving beside me. Pulling myself into a sitting position I looked at my surroundings. I appeared to be in a large field. Seeing no apparent threats, I stood. Where I had lain grew a small patch of beautiful blossoming wild flowers. Strange I didn’t crush them. That wasn’t the only thing that was odd about this place. Turning a pirouette, on the ball of my booted foot, I could see only grass in every direction.
Reaching down to touch the soil, I sent out a questioning thought to my spirit guide. “Why am I here?” I asked, silently.
I had discovered my assigned spirit animal at Shaman Camp with Cal. His kind of fun, not mine. Shaman Camp involved way too much dirt and hand holding and not nearly enough bathing. I stayed long enough to participate in a special ceremony where I was informed that my spirit animal was the scarab, or dung beetle. Not something I was overly excited about. Cal’s spirit animal, of course, was the wolf.
In previous dreams I had been able to manifest either my scarab spirit guide or Cal’s wolf spirit. Scarabs have a connection to the earth, hence touching the soil, but my spirit guide had said to return to her when I had learned “to walk the world of dreams and darkness.” I wasn’t so sure that I had learned enough in the past few weeks to warrant her help.
Digging my fingers into the moist soil I closed my eyes and I asked my question again. “Why am I here?” I asked.
A tingling began in my fingers and ran up through my arms. A warm pulsing rose up through my feet and I knew in which direction to walk. Good thing, since everything in this place looked the same. Striding forward I was shocked to see flowers blossoming wherever I stepped. Staring at the flowers rising up around my boots, I nearly fell when I heard a familiar voice.
“You always were so full of life,” Cal said.
Cal. “Oh God, you’re here!” I exclaimed, launching myself into his arms. “I was so worried.” Closing my eyes, I drank in his smell and the feel of him encircling me.
“Yuki, open your eyes,” he said.
Gazing up at Cal’s handsome face I etched every detail into memory. I vowed to never again be apart from his shaggy hair that fell into deep blue eyes and the full mouth that I now longed to kiss.
I had recently promised myself that I would never let him get hurt again, but he did get hurt. I had been the catalyst when he lost control of his human form at the
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