THE WEIGHT OF DREAMS

**Freda POV

With tears streaming down my face, I ran out of the meeting room. I ran passed a lot of my pack members who were sneering and murmuring at my direction and it only served to intensify my pain. Normally I had developed a natural resistance to their gossips and talks behind my back but today, it just got to me.

“It’s the half human, why is she crying? What a weakling.”

“Pathetic and useless. I can’t believe the Alpha even had a child with a human.”

“Eighteen and still wolf less. So pitiful.”

The mocking words drilled into my head, swirling around my thoughts. They haunted me and made my heart break even more as I continued to run towards my room. My heart broke even more as I realized the full extent of my loneliness. My father had ignored me completely when I turned to him for help. My step mother and Juliet were just literal assholes whose life goal was to make my life a living hell. Reed my step brother never showed a reaction to anything except it concerned him. To sum it all up, I was alone.

I arrived at my room and banged the door shut also bolting the door. I didn’t want any disturbance, I just wanted to lie down on my bed and cry myself to sleep. Today has officially turned into the worst day of my life. I got rejected to the college of my dreams which meant I definitely have to go back to the wolf academy tomorrow, My step mother and step sister were actively making sure I get no breathing space and I had to go to a place infested with vampire all for the sake of a ‘diplomatic meeting’ . I was so frustrated.

I buried my head into my pillow and cried my eyes out. I called out for my mother, wishing she could hear my call and get me out of the hell hole but I knew it was just wishful thinking. I was stuck here.

Tears continued to flow like a broken damn and finally out of exhaustion, I fell asleep.

I usually had dreamless nights because let’s face it what was there to dream about in this sort of hopeless situation. The environment (pack) I was living in had a way of just making anything I set my mind too feel like a wasted venture.

Tonight however as I actually dreamed about something or should I say….someone

I found myself standing before a colossal black castle. The stormy skies behind it provided the perfect backdrop giving the castle an eerie vibe around it.

The jagged spires on the castle stood tall and looked as If it could pierce the heavens. The walls looked like it was made from sort of rock that seemed to absorb all the light in the vicinity making the castle even darker. I took a look at my surroundings at the skeletal trees whose branches formed into scary monster shapes did nothing to ease my mood.

“Where am I?” I thought as I stared at the castles huge iron gates. I hadn’t had a dream for a long time and the first thing I dream about is this depressing scene right here. Great, just great. Today just ended on a terrible note.

I noticed the mist around the castle were gathering together and forming something that looked like a human shape. The mist formed a human and then standing before my eyes was tall and broad shouldered man. I had this urge to run away from there but I couldn’t move. It was as if the man held me with his gaze. I was supposed to feel fear and terror but strangely I felt none of those emotions, instead I felt a sense of longing for the man as I stared at him which honestly was straight up weird.

He had a very pale skin, almost as white as snow, he wore black clothes which provided a sharp contrast to his pale skin but it was his eyes that caught my attention and stole my breathe. Crimson orbs that stared at me with an intensity look that left me captivated. Yes, you heard me, captivated. I wasn’t afraid, I was instead mesmerized. I didn’t understand why my feelings was over the place.

I opened my mouth to speak but before a word could escape from my mouth, a gust of wind blew towards us from nowhere. The man began to disappear just like the mist, I felt a sense of longing well up inside me as I stretched my hand towards him to stop him from dissolving when everything went black.

I woke up with a gasp, sweat was streaming down my face as I thought about the odd dream I just had. The soft morning light filtered through the window signifying the rise of a new day.

I stretched my body and I relaxed back on my bed, my thoughts were all swirling around one thing.

The man who I had dreamt off. I had strangely felt attracted to him, which baffled me greatly because why would I feel attracted I had met and in a dream no less. Granted he was attractive in an eerie kind off way but this was not the kind of feelings I should be developing for a figment of my imagination.

I shook my head and decided to forget about the dream. I had more pressing matters to attend to like the day of the diplomatic meeting with the vampires. A meeting that was forced down my throat all in the name of duty to the pack, a pack that I wouldn’t even give a damn about if they got ravaged by the vampires. I had no one here, no emotional connection to anyone so why should I even bother?

I sighed heavily as I jumped off the bed, I padded over to my window and gazed down at our packs