Inside the Fire (Wardens Book 1) by Heather D. Glidewell

Author:Heather D. Glidewell [Glidewell, Heather D.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-04-11T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

Nightmares

Wesley wasn’t the same after the attack. I don’t think I was the only one that noticed it either everyone was on high alert that something could happen at any time. He would awake in the night screaming, gripping onto me tightly crying. I would spend the next hour playing with his hair and telling him it was all going to be ok, that I was there to take care of him.

“Dawn?” he called out for me.

“I’m right here.” I said wrapping my arms around him.

“Good.” He breathed.

“You remember any of the nightmare?” I asked him planting a kiss on his forehead.

“Nope as usual.” He sighed.

He could never remember what he saw in his dreams, no matter how many times I asked him. Mine, on the other hand, had taken a turn for the worst. At one time he was the antagonist in my nightmares now he would cower behind me while I was forced to protect him. All the strength had been drained out of him. That once strong figure was now the shell of a creature he once was.

The red head made an appearance in quite a few of these dreams. She would scream at him in German and all he would do is put his hands over his ears and rock back and forth forcing me to intervene. I always came with flames at the ready. These dreams though were plaguing me at the same time. I was happy that I was the only one having them. What were the chances that we were in the same dream right?

When he was awake, though, you wouldn’t have guessed that anything was haunting him at all. He was tired yes, noticeably weakened. It seemed the only time he was a scared boy was when sleep was involved.

My mother had accepted the fact that we were a single unit now, and she insisted that we spend most nights at the house. After a short debate with Mr. Jensen my mother got her way. I kept having this odd feeling that he knew what she was. He would never fight against her for long. He was always giving up telling her that she would know best.

On one of the bad nights she came running into the room and put her hand on his head searching for any indication of what was hurting him.

“Do you remember anything?” She asked him.

“No.” He looked sad. “I am trying Ms. Weathers but I cannot remember anything.”

“It’s ok Wesley. I just wish that whatever it was would leave a trace of something.” She patted his shoulder gave me a stern look and nodded towards the kitchen.

I took her cue and slid out of bed kissing him on the forehead first before leaving the room to join my mother.

“What is it?” I asked quietly.

“Whatever is messing with him is strong magic.” She sat down at the table and put her head in her hands.

“Why do you say that?” I asked. I had yet to see anything stump my mother.

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