The Wolf Warrior

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Welcome back my MoonGazers!

Melody gained her wolf and defeated Ivan and the rogues. With her mate by her side and her family finally letting her live her life she is ready to take on anything that is thrown her way.

She decides that she wants to study, just like any other eighteen years old. Melody heads off to school with her mate, where not everything is as it appears.

Her classmates know who she is once her name is called out. Some want to be friends and others want to challenge her. This is not going to be her biggest problem.

All around the country powerful wolves are being killed off one by one and Melody’s nightmares might have something to do with it. The marks on her hands are only the beginning of the torture she will inflict...on herself.

Before reading this story you should read The Mark of an Alpha then Chasing Melody.

Ready for another round of Melody, Chase, Melany, and Hunter?

There is never a distinction on whether people will see you as a hero or villain. Your intentions might be good but that is always in the eyes of the beholder.

Once the dust settles and the growls and snarls subside all that comes to view is the blood.

The crimson thick liquid drips from my fingertips to the pool at my feet. Blood trailing from my hands to the bodies that lay before me.

A cold shiver runs down my spine as the gruesome vision invades my mind. Blank stares, mouths gaped, and skin clawed to the bone. Their bodies stacked upon each other as if on display, on display for me.

I’m a monster.

A monster.

A heaviness settles on my chest as the bodies blur from my vision. Vanishing into darkness, leaving me behind.

Air gushes to my lungs as my eyes shoot open. A hot and heavy presence pins me to the bed. My throat is constricted by the dryness as a cough explodes pass my lips.

“Melody," his weary voice disrupts the silence, "Melody, you’re fine. You’re okay,” he recites the words over and over unsure if he is trying to convince me or himself.

Chase shakes me as I gasp for more air to fill my lungs. The worry etched on his face makes me recite the words he is saying.

“I’m okay,” I whisper. The hammering of my heart states otherwise but I have to make him feel as if I am fine.

Glancing at my body I see nothing. Shaking hands lift towards my face and there is no blood. No evidence that I hurt anyone.

At eighteen you would think that nightmares were a thing of the past. But, these horrible dreams haunt my sleep unleashing the dark side of my wolf.

Since I moved away from the packhouse and into an apartment close to campus the only person I can burden with this problem is Chase and he has enough on his plate.

That is right I am officially out on my own, kind of, Chase is here with me. His arms wrap around me and he presses his forehead against mine not caring that it is covered in sweat.

“What did you dream about this time?” He whispers, his eyelids heavy with exhaustion.

I know that he hates that I am scared and he cannot do anything about it.

What can he do? They are just nightmares.

“I don’t remember much,” my body fights against the yawn that threatens to spill over. Sleep is hard to come by lately.

“You were talking this time,” he confesses and I can feel my body burn up again.

Great! This is all I need right now.

Nightmares and now sleep talking, what else is next?

He holds me tighter and I pull away from him, pushing myself into a sitting position as he props himself on his elbow.

“What did I say,” I rather know now than to find out later when we argue.

“I couldn’t make much out of the words," he yawns loudly, stretching out his arms, "But, there was one word you kept repeating."

"What was it?"

"You did say blood, a lot.” He angles his face to look at me. I swallow down hard. I remember the blood. There was so much blood.

“I thought I was bleeding,” I shrug.

Chase’s hair flops down on his forehead as his dark eyes stay on me. There is no hiding the dark circles under his eyes.

My nightmares are not only disrupting my sleep but his as well. His bare chest heaves as he takes in a deep calming breath and exhaling loudly.

“Don’t be like that,” he snaps as I compose myself fixing my shirt and getting out of bed.

“Don’t be like what?” My feet slip into my black slippers and I scuffle towards the bathroom.

“Like that,” he gestures to me as if that were to make everything clear.

“Sorry that I have these stupid nightmares. Sorry that you have a wimp of a mate,” I stalk off to the bathroom and slam the door. “Sorry that I suck at the simplest thing!”

Sleep deprivation can make anyone a moody person and I was no exception.

My eyes are trained to avoid the mirror. Ever since I started having these nightmares I had to learn to avoid a lot of things.

The urge to use the restroom makes me feel somewhat human. Once I am done in the bathroom I walk out to find Chase standing before the door waiting for me. When I come out his eyes are barely open but when I step out his eyes soften.

“Come here my little warrior,” his arms wrap around me, “I’m sorry,” his lips press against my forehead, “you know how I feel when you can’t sleep.”

“I know,” I pull away from him, “my mother wants us to come down tomorrow so we can have a family dinner before school starts,” I pout at him.

I have not told my parents about my nightmares because one, they would think I am acting like a child and two, it is embarrassing.

“Then tell her that you can’t go,” he suggests and I roll my eyes. Chase loves my father, they get along great. My mother in the hand can be demanding. It comes with the title. Her future son-in-law cannot be just anyone. He needs to be worthy of the title of a mate.

“You act like you don’t know her. She will come down here instead,” biting on my lower lip I look up at him and his eyes darken.

My parents are always demanding with us both, especially since I moved out, that we come down to see them as much as possible. If a date is set there is no turning back.

“You’ve been doing that a lot lately,” his thumb rubs at my chin and he slowly pulls my bottom lip out of the captivity of my teeth. “The last time you made yourself bleed,” his head lowers down and his breath fans across my lips making me close my eyes and relish in his warmth.

His lips skim over mine teasingly as a chuckle rumbles deep in his chest my body pushes forward wanting to feel him even closer.

“You’re an ass,” I whine when the cold air seeps between us.

Babe, you’re exhausted!

When I shifted it took some time but I was finally able to mind link the pack after a week and the first person to mind-link me was Chase. I still remember it like was yesterday.

Ever since that day, I feel so much closer to him. Now that I can mentally connect with him I feel complete.

“Come to bed,” he tugs me back to the bed, “I’ll stay awake and keep the monsters away.” Chase pulls me into bed and pulls me into his chest his arms wrapping around me.

“I love you, Chase,” I whisper as my exhaustion floods my mind.

“Forever and always,” is the last thing my mind registers.

Darkness.

A loud howl echoes then it’s followed by silence.

Leaves stir with the breeze. Snarls and growls erupt follow by a whimper of pain.

“Death of an Alpha brings power to the killer in all of us.” The voice is one of a man that no longer fears anything.

Day breaks and to my relief Chase is still by my side. His eyes fighting with every blink to stay awake and look after me.

I stir in his arms and his dark eyes slowly make their way to me. A smile creeps across his lips, “See I can take care of you.”

“Thank you,” my voice sounds hurt even to my ears. He is suffering because I cannot handle my unconscious self.

“I need to get up since we’re heading over to the packhouse in a bit,” he nods slowly and I see how exhausted he is. “I’m driving,” he lets his body slump over the pillows as he tries to catch a couple of minutes of sleep.

Chase is ready in a few minutes, lucky for him — he is a guy. Chase grabs the closest thing to him and pulls it over his head and then puts on a beanie so that he does not have to comb his hair.

I, on the other hand, have to put on my makeup to cover up my exhausted face and I need to try on my clothes on.

Since moving here I have lost some weight and if I wear whatever my mother would surely know something is wrong.

The drive is a long and tedious one. Two hours and a half of Chase snoring as his hand are wrapped around mine. He developed this habit since moving out here. If I pull my hand away from his grasp and do not put it back in a couple of minutes he wakes up and is like a grouchy child that was not allowed his favorite toy.

If I was driving back home to the apartment I would admire the scenery but at the moment I am concentrating on the road. I am excited about a few things and terrified about a lot of other things.

I need to face my fears, face my mother.

When we make it into familiar territory I wake up Chase, “Clean the drool off your face.” I giggle when he mumbles incoherently and wipes his lips with the back of his hand.

“We’re already here?” He wipes his eyes as he looking around. “I’m so thirsty,” I can tell from his raspy voice.

I hand over my water bottle and he gulps it down like he ran the whole way here.

The packhouse comes into view and this unease feeling sits at the pit of my stomach.

Welcome to the wolf’s den.

With a heavy sigh, I prepare myself for what lays ahead.

My parents’ cars are outside and there are a few that I do not recognize. At least I am not the only visitor.