Chapter 155
Cassie
I didn’t know what had woken me up at first. All I knew was that one minute I was asleep , warm and safe in the arms of my mate and the next my eyes were wide open and I was panting.
What was that?
What had jolted me so violently awake. There was nothing in the room that I could sense. We were alone. The only sound was Julian’s soft snores and the hammering of my heart in my chest.
Closing my eyes softly, I tried to control my ragged breathing. And I almost had it. I’d almost calmed down when I heard it again.
Clearer and much much nearer this time.
The cry of a baby.
Babies, I could tell their cries apart. I had always been able to do that ever since they were a few days old.
My breasts ached, heavy with milk I had thought had dried up. Although ache wasn’t the right word. They hurt. My whole body hurt with the need to feed my boys again.
They were gone and I missed them. I missed them so much that I threw myself into any task that kept me busy. So I didn’t have time to think about how empty my arms were from not being able to hold them.
I knew what people thought when they looked at me smiling and laughing. They thought I was heartless and in their shoes I would have thought the same but none of them realised that inside I was broken.
Broken and guilty because I had let them be born into a marriage that was loveless and in a world on the brink of civil war. The love had entered my union with Julian but the war part?
Everything was quiet on that end but I wasn’t fooled by it. The quiet was just the world taking a deep breath before it plunged into blood shed.
It was all so different now to the world I had grown up in. This was the primal side of the work I lived in. Far away from the hustle and bustle of city life.
The modern world was so far away.
My family were so far away.
And my babies were the furthest away of them all. I missed them all but none more than my children. I needed them in my arms again.
The wail of a baby started again. Only this time it didn’t seem to be outside in the woods at all. It seemed to be coming from inside our home.
Again my eyes snapped open. The first few times I could put it down to a dream that had lingered and then maybe the wind carrying up from the pack but this was different,
This was in my home.
My babies were here and they needed me.
Throwing back the heavy blanket I jumped to my feet. Rushing from the room and not caring how much noise I was making.
“I’m coming.” I called out. My voice was louder than it needed to be and thick with tears. I came to their room , skidding onto the rugs and almost falling down before I caught myself on the edge of the wooden crib.
The light in here was brighter because the drapes were open and could let in the moonlight.
“I’m here, I won’t let you-“ My voice broke as I stared down at the empty crib. The sound of my babies crying disappeared leaving nothing but the sound of my heavy breathing.
From downstairs a floorboard creaked. And I knew exactly which one. The one at the bottom of the stairs. I only knew because I had been careful not to stand on it numerous times in case I woke the boys.
Someone had stood on it now. They had been in here and walked down the stairs with my boys and accordingly stepped on the creaky park because they didn’t know any better.
If I wasn’t quick they would get away with my babies and I would never see them again.
Spinning on my bare feet , I pounded down the stairs. Falling down the last five to land in a heap at the bottom and there it was. The sound of the back door opening and closing.
Who ever had been in my home, was trying to be quiet. But they weren’t quiet enough. My knees hurt from falling on them but I ignored the pain as I scrambled to my feet and went after them.
There was no way I would let them get away with the boys. No way I could miss this chance to get them back. And once I did have them back in my arms , I would never let them go again. My husband was king of the wolves and if he ordered it I would tell him no. My birth father was king of Lycans and if he tried to take them from me I would fight him to the death.
They were mine. The only things that kept me breathing.
Their cries led me on, through the house and out the door. I didn’t pay any attention to where I was going. Because that didn’t matter. All that mattered was that I find them.
Somehow I was under the trees. Low hanging branches slashing me across the face and opening up my cheek. Not that I felt the pain. There was only the agony in my heart and my full heavy breasts and the sound of my sons crying out for me.
My bare feet pounded on the twigs and rocks as I sprinted toward. I didn’t feel the pain as the soles of my feet split open. I didn’t feel the warmth of the blood rushing from the cuts or the bitter stab of jagged stones against my skin.
And I didn’t shift. Even in my daze I knew that was strange. Why didn’t I shift?
I pushed the thought away. Forcing my body to move faster as their wails faded away.
And there was nothing.
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