Chapter 4

Jordan had sat in her sister’s arms and cried for a long time. Before Sonja finally left, Jordan had agreed that she would not go to Alpha Lennox to get answers. Instead, they would wait and hope things fell into place as time went by.

Alpha Lennox was a busy man, too, and Jordan knew it. She wasn’t even sure if he would have the time to see her, or if her visit would be an inconvenience to him. He had to look after the pack, after Anchorage, Willow and everything in between. He was the reason everything ran so smoothly for the girls, for the wolves and everyone else in and around their homes and businesses.

And Mamma Sable had always told them as young children to have patience; that it would pay off in the most important times of their lives. She hoped that the old woman was right as she curled up on her bed and drifted off into a restless sleep.

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The scent of flames and smoke hung heavy in the air, causing Jordan and Sonja to drop the firewood they were told to collect. They could hear the distant screams and shouts. What was happening? Panic filled the young pup's hearts as they turned and rushed back to the pack den.

"Mama! Papa!" Jordan called out, ignoring the cold of the snow that crunched under her human feet. She could feel her little sister holding on to her tightly.

The screams and shouts had stopped. It was too silent. Far too silent, and Jordan couldn't reach her parents' minds; it was as if everything was an empty void when she reached out to them. She should have shifted to make it home faster. She should have listened to her other self's instincts that told her something was wrong. She should have never left in the first place.

"Alpha Papa! Alpha Mama !" She brushed through the trees, her heart pounding in her head as she suddenly stopped, her eyes full of pure devastation and horror at the sight that lay before her. Her sister clung to her waist. The den, the manor that sheltered the entire pack, was burnt down to ashes and charred wood. Her friends, her family, everyone, laid dead, their blood staining the white snow a blanket of red. She covered her sensitive nose as she moved closer warily with her little sister in tow, fighting a battle within herself not to retch and not to cry.

What caused this?

Who would do this?

A familiar smell wandered into her covered nostrils, making her snap her head toward it and take off into a sprint, "Mama?! Papa?!"

“Jordan! Wait!” Sonja ran, crying as she tried to keep up with her big sister.

Jordan finally stopped, seeing their bodies that replicated the others in their lifeless state. The tears that were fighting against her will finally won as Jordan fell to her knees at their limp bodies and screamed, "NO! Mama...Papa..." She reached out with shaky hands toward their bodies, scared to touch them in fear and denial that this was them, "No...No...No!"

Sonja, only six-years-old, sat beside her sister in the snow, crying softly as Jordan touched their heated fur and she wiped the ash off her parents' pelts, and her seven-year-old form shook violently against them before she leaned back and cried in agony.

"Why?!" Her cries echoed through the night sky as they soon turned into howls.

Jordan felt a hand on her shoulder, and she whipped around and looked into the eyes of an older woman that hovered over them. Her eyes scanned the elderly woman’s blood-soaked clothing and then heard her whisper, “Everything will be okay, child.”

Her body violently shook when Jordan sat up in bed, and she screamed at the vision. She could feel the sheen coat of sweat that covered her forehead and body as she blinked her eyes open. Gulping at the air, she tried to breathe. She closed her eyes in an effort to try and calm herself, while she chanted the mantra, “It was just a dream...it was just a dream.”

Jordan’s eyes whipped to her door when it flew open, and her vision took in the sight of Sonja and Mamma Sable.

Both women rushed to her bedside. “Are you ok Jordan?” Sonja asked.

Mamma Sable grabbed her and held her in a tight hug. “Everything’s going to be okay child. It was just a nightmare.”

Jordan tried to catch her breath as she pulled away from Sable. “What did you just say?” She asked pausing for a second. “That is exactly what you said to us when you found us.”

“So? I say that to you both all the time.” Mamma Sable raised an eyebrow confused.

“Why were you covered in blood when you found us? I remember that now. You were covered from head to toe in bright red blood.” Jordan said jerking her body away from the woman.

“Jordan! It was just a dream; A memory. I still have them too.” Sonja whispered trying to calm her sister.

“No! I have had the same nightmare for fourteen years. There was more to this one. Why, Mamma Sable?” Jordan demanded.

“Honey, I was covered in blood but not head to toe. The majority of the pack was slaughtered. I was trying to help and see who was still alive and who was dead. I probably transferred blood onto my clothes when I was going through the bodies.”

“But I don’t remember us ever having the main manor in Palmer, Alaska. There were only the den and the main manor in my dream. Nothing else.”

“Honey, your mind is playing tricks on you. It was just a dream.” The woman tried to convince her.

Jordan got off the bed and placed a hand on her forehead. It didn’t make sense to her. Nothing did anymore. The visions and dreams were coming to her more frequently now, and she had no idea why. When she tried to piece everything together, it just didn’t fit with the story they were always told. She turned around to look at Mamma Sable and Sonja. “I think I’m losing it. Meeting Jude last night was a shock, and my dreams are playing tricks on me. I just need some air I think.