The Prophecy

Chapter 19

I roll over onto my back while I rub my tired eyes. I glanced at the clock and saw it was six in the morning. I sighed.   

Great.

Another sleepless night.

I had been back in Silver Moon land for about two weeks and hadn't slept a full night. I would go about two or three days without sleeping and then pass out from exhaustion the next night, but would wake up from another night terror by early morning. It was a never ending cycle.

I had brought it up to the pack doctor when she was checking my injuries. All my wounds had healed enough for me to go back to training, but the scars left in my mind still haunted me. The doctor recommended talking to someone, that maybe keeping it bottled up was the cause of my night terrors, but I couldn't. It was too overwhelming to think about and I couldn't just go to my sister. I know how much our childhood still haunts her and opening up about this will just bring back that past trauma.

Isabella was the only one I trusted, but I didn't want to burden her with this.

Over the last few weeks, I tended to keep to myself. I often stayed in my room or the pack library. I knew that if I was with someone too long it would open a dam that wouldn't shut. So I isolated myself, the only thing keeping me calm was my growing bump. I didn't expect to be showing this quickly, but the Moon Goddess did say they would be growing at a faster rate.

Considering the circumstances, I couldn't be happier that I was carrying another life. Out of all my dark thoughts, I could always tune them away when I focused on the sweet little bean inside of me. The only thing that kept me going was knowing that I was bringing something purely special into the world.

After getting out of bed I made my way to the library and chose a book before sitting near one of the windows.

The library was huge and was filled floor to ceiling with interesting books. There were many historical logs, but many classics as well. It stretched a long ways down, like a long hallway. At the very end was a nice seating nook with a window looking out to the training fields.

I was sitting near the window tossing a little ball of fire around to keep my hands busy as I tried reading a book. It was useless at this moment though, nothing could keep me from my thoughts. I was overtired and stressed, not even rubbing my bump helped. I felt the tears sting as I recalled the memories.

"You never were as pretty as your sister" The voice spat at me.

"Yeah, we fucked, but I just needed a release and you were convient. I can't believe you actually thought you had a shot." Another voice hissed.

I clenched my fists and shut my eyes urging the memories to go away. My heart was beating against my ribcage and my throat felt tight as I tried to take deep breaths to calm myself, but nothing could stop what had begun.

"You're weak." Both voices laughed.

I let out a choked sob while my body shook. The voices continued to taunt me and torment my every thought. I could escape everything except my own mind. I was trapped.

After a while my body calmed enough for me to unclench my hands and see my nails had cut into my skin, blood lightly trailing down my palms. I sighed frustratedly and wiped my tears away. This wasn't the first time I had panicked, but it was the longest episode that I had had which terrified me. Losing control of my body made me feel like I was slowly losing control of my mind.

I made my way back to my room, but stopped shortly when I noticed that my door was opened. I slowly pushed it open all the way to see someone standing in the middle, organizing what looked like clothing. It wasn't just someone, it was Ace.