"My wolf..." Shaking my head, I try to parse the information together.
"Take your time, Precious." Khal gives my hand a squeeze.
Torben moves closer, sits on the end of the bed, and rests his hand on my leg. "Where did your wolf take you?" He tilts his head, watching me. I feel as if he's studying every little movement I make.
"I think the tundra. It seemed like it was below freezing, but it didn't bother us." I close my eyes, reliving the dream in vivid detail.
"Go on, my eternal. What else did you see?" Diaval's voice hits that hypnotic tone where I feel like I need to tell him everything.
My wolf wants to please him, to do anything to make him happy. She acknowledges him as the bigger predator, and she feels safe with him. "She told me what it is to be a Luna. What I can do in time." Slowly, I open my eyes, and I know my wolf is at the forefront. My vision is all hers—the room's colors muted like my wolf's.
"What did she tell you, my flame?" Easton sits on the other side of the bed at the foot. His strong hands take my foot from under the covers and start massaging the arch.
Swallowing hard, I take a deep breath and pull both hands into my lap. "I am a healer, but I am also a weapon and a shield." Slowly, I look up at each of my mates. "I'm not a fighter. I don't like violence." Shaking my head, I sigh. Mixed feelings churn through me about what my wolf told me. Can I fight? Better yet, will I fight or run like I usually do?
Fi is the fighter, not me.
"You're fretting again. What's on your mind, little wolf?" Torben gives my leg another squeeze.
"Fi is the fighter, not me. I don't fight—I run. I run like I've always been told to do. Run and don't look back." A single tear rolls down my cheek, and I swipe it away quickly. The admission tastes like failure on my tongue. "Ever since my wolf has been free, I don't want to run, and it scares me." The fear coils tight in my chest. Who am I becoming?
Khal pulls me closer. "Trust your wolf. She has spent her entire existence with the knowledge of what to do." His fingertip traces the ridge above my eye, just above my eyebrow. It's soothing, and my eyes close of their own volition.
"Listen to my voice, Feray." My body goes lax in his arms, and he lays me back down. "Deep breath and let it out slowly. Your wolf knows what to do. Trust her." His fingers keep tracing my eyebrows, lulling me into a deep sense of relaxation.
"Are you doing what I think you're doing?" Diaval's voice almost breaks through the haze.
"Yes, I am. She fights herself daily because of all the fear and need to hide all her life. She will never live up to her potential if she remains afraid of who she is. Subspace lets her work through everything where she feels safe. No barriers." He keeps running his fingers along my brow, keeping me under.
"Diaval, you are the strongest shifter in this room. Besides Torben, she was immediately drawn to you. Her wolf knows your dragon will protect them. Talk to her."
"My eternal." His voice resonates in my very soul.
"Little wolf..." Torben follows shortly after.
"You have no reason to be afraid anymore. We will protect you." Diaval strokes my cheek, and his words feel like a warm hug.
"In all reality, little wolf, you are strong enough to protect yourself. You just need to believe in yourself." I feel the bed shift, then the press of his lips on my forehead before his heat vanishes.
I told you...My wolf says after Torben leaves.
Khal leans down and whispers near my ear. "Time to rise, my queen." His words infuse me with an energy I haven't felt before, and when my eyes open, I feel as if they've taken a great weight off my shoulders.
Shaking my head, I look back at the guys and then down at my hands. "I'm tired of running and being afraid.”b The words feel like a vow. A promise to myself. I squeeze Diaval's and Khal's hands as I look at Easton and Torben, trying to push how much I love them through the bond.
"Then don't be. As it sits right now, you are probably one of the strongest Lunas in existence. Perhaps even history." Diaval says before the others have a chance to speak.
"How do you figure? I don't have a pack." Shaking my head, I look at him, puzzled.
"You don't?" Torben smirks and shoves Khal out of the way to sit next to me. "A pack is a wolf's family." He arches a brow. "We are your family, your sleuth, your nest, your pack. We are whatever you need us to be." He motions to the others. "How many Lunas can say they have a dragon and a phoenix in their pack? A basilisk and a Kodiak?" At the mention of our family, I look at each man, and then it clicks.
"Oh, shit... A Luna gets her power from her pack." I stare at my hands, trying to will something to happen.
"What are you trying to do, my flame? It looks like you're straining." Easton tilts his head left, then right, as he studies me.
"Trying to get something to happen besides my claws?" I state it more as a question than a statement. To be perfectly honest, I'm not sure what the hell I'm trying to do. But I'm trying.
"That will take time and patience. Once we find your pack or a pack with a good Luna, she can teach you." Khal offers before he smiles and walks off.
