The Avestan Viewer -- A Wolf Love Story

Chapter 18 -- Ok They're Visions

I was working in my office that was right next to Stephen's. It was convenient to be close so we could discuss problems and make plans easier. I reviewed the daily communications summary, and had endless financial and business issues to review. I enjoyed having something constructive to do, and Stephen liked having me close by whenever possible.

"Danika, there's something I've been meaning to discuss with you, love," Stephen said from the doorway. He was just standing there watching me.

"Of course," I replied and automatically rubbed my stomach. I was due any day now, and as much as childbirth terrified me I wanted the bowling ball out of my body. Stephen sauntered in and sat in a small couch next to my desk. I saved my work on my screen and turned to him, sipping some water.

"Lately you've been talking in your sleep at night, it's mostly mumbling," Stephen began and pulled out his phone. "You remember in Whitehorse when you started to... assemble... all your past dreams into a Vision?"

I leaned back in my comfortable and large office chair and said in a puzzled tone, "Of course, it was just so bizarre."

"I think you may be having those dreams again," Stephen said and rubbed the back of his neck. He pulled out his phone, "I recorded this last night and have been listening to it. I finally realized that you're not speaking English."

"Well it's the only language I know," I looked at him and tilted my head. Stephen turned on his phone, found the recording and started to play it. I was talking in my sleep, I didn't like that fact and I hoped I didn't drool.

"I don't understand the words, Stephen," I said looking from his phone to his face. "I don't remember anything about these dreams," I said letting out a breath. I just kept rubbing my stomach, my boy was going to be a June baby.

"Remember when Zeke was talking to you while you were viewing your dreams, and you told me his voice was oddly mesmerizing and you felt a compulsion to talk to him? I want you to consider talking to a hypnotherapist I know. He has an office in Everett, but I'll have him come here. I think you're having more visions." Since I didn't have any better ideas, I agreed and Stephen volunteered to make the arrangements. I had no idea what was going to happen. I wanted to understand what was happening now, and didn't know how to access any dreams, or visions, or balls of silver flames that I could hold in my hand.

I talked to Marie and Tamara, and they both told me that visiting a hypnotherapist was no different than seeing a counselor. The hypnotherapist's name was Neil Wallace, and he was a member of our pack. Stephen did a full background check on him just to make sure, then made arrangements for Mr. Wallace to meet us at the pack house. It was just easier than for us than to travel with my Guard, and Stephen felt safer. Stephen had arranged for the appointment to be in only two days, he didn't want any leaks getting out for any of my appointments, I was virtually a prisoner again but I agreed that I was a target. Zeke was a fanatic and very unpredictable and dangerous- which made me feel like a prisoner. But I didn't want to be stupid about my safety either.

The day of the appointment we were waiting in Stephen's office when Mr. Wallace knocked and opened a door, Stephen had told him to walk in when he arrived.

"Alpha, Luna," Mr. Wallace said looking at the both of us, then bowed his head for moment before looking up. He was a middle aged man wearing slacks and a sweater, and holding an older briefcase. Mr. Wallace walked closer to Stephen and held out his hand, Stephen took it looking at him hard.

"Mr. Wallace," Stephen said nodding his head.

"Please call me Neil, both of you," Neil said with a smile and remained standing.