Delilahs POV
Awww I screamed from a nightmare. I was dead cold and shaking in fear. Tears rolled down my face like a river. I tried to stop crying but I couldn't. It was like my dreams where trying to send me a message. I couldn't quite interpret what it ment but I knew it had to do with the werewolves.
It was about six in the morning. I took a shower, put on a hoodie and jeans and left the castle. I didn't tell anyone where I was going. All I said was that I had buisness to take care of. I had to see Azreal......I had to see what my dreams were telling me.
Azreals POV
I was up all night watching and waiting but I didn't know what for. I've been having the strangest dreams. My wolf was driving me crazy because of them so I went out for a run. I knew that there was somthing out there that was waiting for me but I didn't know what.
"My Alpha" said a voice from behind me. I turned around,it was my beta,Adam. He bowed in respect and then told me that we had a guest at the pack house. On the way there I asked him who it was. He said that it was............Delilah!
Why was she here? She knew that I didn't like her.......well I didn't like her demon side. When we got to the pack house Delilah was sitting on the steps. Her hair slightly covered her face. It was cute but that didn't change the fact that I hated her.
Delilah I say approaching her. Azreal she says back. There was a long silence before either of us said anyhing. I've been having nightmares she said, finally breaking the silence. And I hink you've been having them too. Her green eyes searched mine.
Come I said to her walking I to the pack house. I lead her to my office and told her to sit. She told me that she had nightmares about my death and rhe vampires,werewolves, demons, elves, and any other creatures in the forest would die from the humans.
I had had the sams dream except Delilah died in mine. Why should I care for her though? Its her people so its her problem. So why did I feel the urge to help her.
Delilahs POV
As I told my nightmares to Azreal I wondere why I cared so much about his life. After all he haed me. But we need each other so I guess were just going to have to deal with it.
After I was done telling Azreal about what I dreamed. I asked him what he dreamed. His nightmares shere the same as mine except I died. When he told the part about how I died he started to look worried then angry then just went back to his normal face. Maybe he did care about me.
