Storm Clouds

DAKOTA

My stomach churns with tension as I hold out a trembling hand towards the transparent glass while a strong feeling of nostalgia hits me. The moment the tips of my fingers connect with the glass, a tremor runs through my body, several cracks appearing on the tank. Dashiell stumbles backwards with me in his arms. As if on cue, the glass shatters and my floating body collapses to the bottom of the tank. In that instant, my vision bleeds white and I'm suddenly left with a feeling of bleak emptiness. Terrified, I reach out for my mate's subconsciousness. However, I fail to reach him every time I try.

Am I dead? I can't help but wonder.

While I ponder on this, I hear Dashiell's voice. He's calling out my name with desperation. He's pleading with me to stay with him.

In my feverish haze, a feminine voice fills my head. This voice sounds just like Dakota's.

'Go to him. You have my blessings.'

With a gasp, my eyes shoot open, and a pair of strong arms pull me into an embrace.