Chapter Two

Kyra-

"Kyra, please open your eyes."

The masculine voice that filled my head was strange. I've never heard that voice before.  Looking around I don't see anything but pitch-black darkness. Where was I?  I tried to remember something, anything. Yet everything eluded me. Who was Kyra? Was that me? 

"Hello? Is anyone there?"

As I spoke, the only thing I could hear was an echo of my own voice. I was alone. I didn't like the idea of being alone, but oddly enough it didn't seem to feel wrong. What was this place? No idea of which way I needed to go, I just started walking. Just point my toes in a direction and let my feet carry me forward.

I felt uneasy and scared. I didn't know where I was or who I was. I just kept walking. Kept searching for something. Anything to tell me who I was. This place seemed off like it shouldn't exist. 

I walked for what seemed like hours, feeling hopeless. I was truly and utterly alone. Falling down to my knees I wrapped my arms around myself and hugged my midsection as I began to sob uncontrollably. 

"Kyra... come on baby... wake up... I can feel your despair. Please open your eyes. You aren't alone anymore."

There was that voice again. I didn't feel like I knew the voice, but I found comfort in his words. Even a sense of calmness washes over me at the sound of his voice. 

Drying my eyes, I looked around and seen nothing. I couldn't even tell which direction the voice was coming from. Perhaps I imagined it and I am truly alone. 

"He's right you know, you aren't alone. Never were."

This time I hear a female voice, I felt like I knew the voice. Turning around I come face to face with a beautiful white wolf. She was beautiful and while I expected to feel fear, I felt joy. She was so big, she was about my height, even on all fours. Shouldn't wolves be smaller? Yet, she was huge. Her eyes even glowed a beautiful emerald green.  I don't think I have ever seen anything so amazing.  Standing up, I approached her slowly. 

"Was that your voice?" I asked the wolf, and she tilted her head towards me. As I got closer to her, she nudged me lovingly with her nose. 

"Yes Kyra, it is my voice." 

I felt the urge to hug her. Leaning into her I felt safe like she was the other half of my soul. I felt comfort in her. I didn't find it strange that I was talking to a wolf, or that a wolf was talking to me.

"What is your name?"

"I am Alexia, I am your wolf. I live inside of you."

Confused, I stepped back, and I suddenly felt alone again. Even Alexia whimpered as I stepped away. Regardless of how I felt, I stayed resolved to keep my distance for now.

"How is that possible? You are standing in front of me." 

Concern fell over her features and a hint of remorse, at my question.  I wanted to comfort her, but I needed to know what was going on. I felt a connection to her and while I believed what she was telling me, I didn't understand. 

"You are unconscious. You were attacked by a rogue werewolf and I was unable to be there for you. You passed out and then you were found by a pack of wolves. They treated you and I've regained enough strength to fully heal you, but you remain unconscious. You are currently within your own mind with me. You shouldn't be here."

I tried to remember what she was telling me, but I couldn't. Or maybe I didn't want to remember if what she was telling me was true. I wanted to stay here. It was safe here.

"Kyra, I need you to open your eyes..."

There was that voice again.  It made me feel calm, but I didn't feel like I knew the voice. 

"Who was that?"

I asked my wolf, hoping I could understand why the voice made me feel calm. 

"He is the Alpha of the Night Blaze pack. The ones who found us and saved us. I don't know much about him. I don't understand why he cares for us so. His wolf talks to me, but I can't respond to him. Not while you are here. We both can not remain here. He keeps trying to wake us."

"How do I wake up?"

"I don't know, but you need to."

"Can't I just stay here with you?"

She moves closer to me and rests her head on my shoulder and nuzzles my neck. The moment she does, I feel whole again, like she is a part of me, and we need to be together. I wrap my arms around her neck and am wrapped up in the most serene warmth imaginable. Her fur so silky soft, I wish to remain there forever. 

"I wish you could, I love being able to be here with you like this, but you can't stay. It isn't safe for you here. You're too vulnerable like this. I need you to find the will to wake up. I will always be with you."

Hunter-

It's been three days. She is fully healed, but she still hasn't woken up. Medically there was no reason for her to still be unconscious. Dr. John has been working day and night trying to find a solution. 

I've basically taken up residents at her bedside. I've even gone as far as turning the nightstand into a desk to continue working on my Alpha duties. Training has been postponed even. 

No one can seem to focus. The pack members still don't know that she is my fated mate but they feel an odd sense of duty to her. Everyone has been taking shifts outside of the room, I transferred her to once the doctor gave the clear, to stand guard. 

No one could understand why we all had this unknown urge to protect her. My Beta and I suspected it was due to her being my fated mate, but that didn't make sense either. She wasn't the Luna yet, so there was no reason for them to feel that way. 

They had no loyalty to her and yet even those that haven't met her, felt drawn to protect her. It wasn't normal at all.

Gently I brushed my knuckles over her jawline and whispered to her for what seemed like the millionth time. 

"Open your eyes little one, I need you to wake up."

She has yet to react to my touch. Wolves can sense their fated mate after they turn eighteen and as a fated mate my touch should have received some sort of reaction from her.

The mate pull was strong, and I had hoped that I could somehow reach her and elicit a reaction, even a flick of the finger would be better than nothing. She just laid there, completely unmoving.  My wolf thinks that the trauma has her locked in her own mind.

He still can't get a response from her wolf either, but we can both feel her. There was something truly special about this girl. There was a power that radiated off her that was unlike anything I've ever felt from someone that wasn't an alpha.  

After she had been cleaned up, I was shocked. I've never in my life seen such a stunningly beautiful creature. Her features were soft and angelic. Even her hair was silky smooth after just one wash. It was the color of chocolate caramel. 

Her skin was similar to the shade of honey, darkened slightly from exposure to the sun, but not overly so.  It was strange how even after however long she has been a rogue, for her to look as if the world outside never damaged her beauty. 

There was so much I couldn't understand about her and I could only hope that soon she would wake up.  I had too many questions that needed answering. 

"She's about to wake up. I can hear her wolf. They don't trust us."

At my wolf's words, I grabbed Kyra's hand and held onto it gently. Hoping to calm her as she woke. I needed her to know she was safe. Also hoping she would recognize the mate pull.

Me being knocked out of my chair and onto my back, as my beautiful mate shifted into a large white wolf, was not what I was expecting. I was definitely shocked at her wolf and I had never seen one like her. She was magnificent. 

Kyra-

The moment I remembered everything about who I was, I had been thrown into the forefront of my mind and slowly regained consciousness. Though before I woke up fully, my wolf and I had to figure out what to do. We were in a pack territory and packs were worse than rogues. 

They were smart and organized. They felt fear and that made them dangerous, fear caused others to act irrationally. They either wanted to capture or kill us. At least with rogues, we understood their desire to kill us. They hated us because unlike them we could function without a pack.

Alpha's only wanted to use or abuse the power I possessed, and others wanted to kill us because we were an abomination. So, when I learned where we were, our only solution was to shift. It was our best chance of escaping. 

As we pinned the Alpha on the floor, I felt slightly hesitant. He didn't seem like a threat, he was calm. A bit surprised maybe, but calm. He didn't even try to escape. Even as we snapped at him, he just smiled.

Was he a lunatic? Who just smiles while they are being attacked? Even my wolf was hesitating.  Slowly we moved off the Alpha and backed away.  We fully expected him to shift but he just looked at my wolf in amazement. 

"I will not hurt you. My name is Hunter, and you are my fated mate. Please do not fear me. I would like to talk to you, can you please shift back?"

His voice. That was the voice I kept hearing that had a calming effect on me. But wait, did he just say I was his fated mate? This can't be possible. 

"Kyra it has to be a trick. I don't feel the mate pull. We need to get out of here." I didn't need to question my wolf. Quickly we run for the window. Luckily, it was open. Without delay, we quickly jump out and take off towards the forest. 

Looking over our shoulder, we were stunned to find a large pure black wolf giving chase to us. He was larger than my wolf and while my wolf was unheard of, his wolf was rare. There have only been three black wolves noted in history. 

After running a good distance into the forest, I heard howling surrounding us. We quickly skidded to a stop, unsure of what direction to go. Stepping into view in human form wearing a pair of black shorts and a white shirt, was non-other than Hunter. He seemed calm, a little too calm. We felt no malice from him. Normally we could feel the intentions of others. Though now we were simply confused. What did he want with us?

"What do we do now?" I asked Alexia, as we both started to panic. We weren't strong enough to take on his entire pack.  The thought of being captured was terrifying and while death seemed almost welcoming at this point. I had made a promise. 

"Kyra, Alexia, please give us a chance to earn your trust. We won't hurt you. We only want to protect you."

Hunter spoke before Alexia could respond and it gave both of us pause. I so desperately wanted to believe him. I was tired of running. I just wanted to belong. 

"Alexia, what if..."

"Don't even think about it. We both know we can't trust an Alpha. They think we are an abomination. They will kill us or use us. They don't care about us. We only have each other."

My wolf was right. I guess a part of me was just growing tired of it all. Before we had a chance to react, a rogue had come barreling out behind a tree and latch himself onto my Alexia's hind leg. We let out a howl of pain and couldn't seem to shake him off. 

A deep growl emitted from Hunter as he flung himself onto the back of the rogue. His fist slams into its skull, trying to get it to release us. It didn't seem to faze the rogue, he held on as if his life depended on it. 

"Release my mate you mangy mutt." 

It was as if he only wanted to keep me safe and the mere possibility of me getting hurt cause him to become enraged. My father had been protective like that. I recognize the fear and protectiveness that engulfed him, I had seen it many times growing up.

He was fierce in his attempts to get the rogue off us, and his deep blue eyes darkened as his wolf came forward. It was as if they were both in command at the same time. 

Neither my wolf nor I could fathom why an alpha was trying to protect us. In our past, any other alpha would have let the rogue kill us. Did he really believe I was his mate? Could he really be my mate?

Finally, the rogue released his hold on us and turned his attention onto Hunter. We immediately reacted and pulled the rogue off him. I didn't understand why I felt the need to try to protect him. Even Alexia growled when the rogue had turned on Hunter. 

Latching onto its throat, we tore through his flesh. Though we didn't stop there, almost as if we were driven to devour the rogue completely, we kept tearing into it. Completely blinded by rage. 

When we finally pulled away, we were panting, trying to calm down. The smell of rotten blood was heavy in the air. As soon as our breathing evened out, my wolf collapsed. The last thing I heard before we passed out was the reassuring voice of Hunter. 

"Rest now little one, you are safe now."