Alpha King’s Lost Luna by Aubrey Pepper

Chapter 170 Dream about Emmett

CAS SANDRA

That night, I had a terrible dream.

It wasn't the first time I'd dreamt about Emmett since his death, but this one was
peculiar, to say the least.

In the dream, Emmett wore a long black robe with a good that mostly obscured
his handsome face, though I could still see the familiar glow of his blue-green
eyes. They were a strange shade, a rich teal blue with a ring of emerald around
them, and in the dream, they were so bright, that it was as if they were lit from
within.

We lingered outside the forest, and it seemed as if he were about to embark on a
journey. As he breached the line of trees, I stood there for a moment and then
decided to follow discreetly behind.

I followed the trail of his cloak and shadowed him closely, so much that I could
smell the familiar warmth of his cologne. All around me, the trees loomed above,
so far into the sky that I could hardly see anything else. The immense forest
seemed endless, and as I peered around us, a strange, anxious feeling crashed
over me.

I'd always felt a peace in the woods.

But this place seemed dangerous.

Just as quickly as he appeared, Emmett seemed to vanish suddenly, leaving me
startled and frozen in my tracks. I tried to call out for him, but my voice caught in
my throat, and couldn't escape. Sweat broke out across my forehead, and then a
dark figure flashed before my eyes.

Again, I tried to cry out, but suddenly, I became aware that someone was
standing behind me, and their hand covered my mouth. Before I could fight
against them, I was pulled backward. My heels dug into the earth in an attempt to
escape, but my attacker was too strong for me. My heart pounded in my chest
and I fought

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for breath. I managed to make a small noise, and then the figure spoke.

“Shhh,” he urged, and I quickly stopped struggling. I knew that low, soothing
voice anywhere. It was Emmett.

Once I was steady in my stance, I straightened up and turned around to face
him. But even in our close proximity to one another, his face remained
concealed. Despite this, I could sense his solemnity. This wasn't unusual for
Emmett, but I felt a deeper indication of things being amiss.

He then started walking forward, and as his cloak dragged along the forest floor, I
knew I had no choice but to follow yet again. I glanced around cautiously, taking
note of my surroundings. Emmett guided me through thick dark green foliag but
then came to a sudden stop behind a large fallen trunk. The wood was decaying-
it was clear it had crashed down long ago.

Emmett spoke again.

“Don't follow me,” he said calmly. “It’s too dangerous.”

My curiosity spi ked as I tried to make sense of what was happening, and then a
question appeared in my semi-lucid mind. “Emmett, when you went on all of
those mysterious journeys, when you left me in the clinic at Wild Crawler to fend
for myself... where did you go?”

He remained silent for a moment.

“Go home, Cas sandra,” he urged me finally. “Please, return.”

He turned to leave, but I wasn’t going to let him. In the back of my mind, I
wondered if my insistence on following him might have stemmed from a
subconscious awareness that Emmett was destined to perish. Either way, I didn’t
want to lose him again.

So, I reached out to touch him, but when I did, his cloak gained a mist-like
property, and my hand ran through it as if he were a ghost.

Emmett turned back around, and though his face was mostly concealed, I could
see his lips for the briefest of seconds, and they parted to speak, but before his
words could escape, the dark figure from before appeared again.

As it quickly vanished, I began to tremble in fear, and Emmett swiftly pulled me
forward and switched places with me. When he did, I saw the dark figure looming
behind him, and my jaw dropped in shock.

Though I couldn't make sense of the figure’s shape, the feeling of dread washed
over me.

Confused by the sudden turn of events, my vision turned red, as if it were blurred
with blood. The figure spoke in a deep, gravelly voice.

“What are the whereabouts of the “thing™?” it demanded.

Emmett began to laugh and as the sound of it filled the air, then blood started to
gush from his neck. Tears welled from my eyes at the gruesome sight and soon
spilled onto my cheeks as the blood streamed everywhere. I cried out but
remained frozen, and then a colossal hand moved past Emmett’s dying body and
reached toward my throat.

“What are the whereabouts?” the voice demanded again, and just as I closed my
eyes in the dream and prepared to meet my demise...

I woke up with a start.

I sat up in bed and panted heavily. As I fought to catch my breath, I wiped a
sheen of perspiration from my forehead. I clutched onto my damp bed sheets
until my knuckles paled, and a few deep breaths later, my racing heart finally
slowed.

Once I was steady, I quietly climbed out of bed and walked over to Finnick. My
beautiful boy was fast asleep, and I took solace in the peaceful sight of his
dreaming body.

As I stood there, my lower lip trembled.

Poor Emmett.

Why had I dreamed of something so distressing? Bad dreams hadn't plagued me
for a while, and this one added to the uneasiness in my heart.

Clearly, my brain was under immense pressure from the events of late, but why
had my dream been so gruesome? I'd dreamed of the inferno and the pain over
and over again, but this instance was far more terrifying somehow.

Once I realized I wouldn't be able to fall back asleep, I decided to head
downstairs. The lab beckoned.

In the wake of this dream, I knew I needed to review Spi ke’s report, as it had
gone straight to Becky without my scrutiny. Though I knew my assistant was
more than capable of handling the evidence herself, I needed to see the report
for my own peace of mind and ensure that all was well.

As it was the middle of the night, the clinic was cold and quiet, and I wrapped my
robe around me tightly. The stairs beneath my bare feet were freezing, and I
regretted not wearing slippers. Still, I walked through the lobby and made my way
to the lab.

The clock in the corner of the room read 3:00 AM. A yawn rose up from my
throat, and I knew I would likely feel awful later in the day, but I couldn't stop
thinking of things. Surely, the report would put me at ease.

But upon entering the lab, I sensed something amiss. The hairs on the back of
my neck stood up, and my arms broke out in goosebumps.

I glanced to the right of me, and suddenly, a dark figure flashed past the window
for a split second. I rushed to the window with incredible speed, but when I gazed
out of it, I found no one in sight.