"Jake."
Jake was fully in control of his dreams right now, yet that didn't stop him from dreaming about Derrick. They were in a field, it looked like. A field of flowers.
Jake knew it was a dream, for it was winter now in the real world, and in this dream, it was an almost-summer spring.
Derrick had been smiling that small smile of his for minutes on end, sitting beside him as they basked in the comfortable Sun. The prince seemed out of his element: happy, relaxed, in love. Jake awed silently, watching and wishing that Derrick was this carefree around him in real life.
"Jake," Fake Derrick said again, laughing a little. Jake stared at his soulmate's mouth for a second; he wanted to hear him laugh again. "What are you staring at, Puppy?"
Puppy? thought Jake.
Dream Derrick leaned in and nudged Jake with his shoulder, smiling. "Come on, tell me. Am I really that interesting?"
"Yes," Jake answered immediately, causing Fake Derrick to blush a bit. But, instead of growling an insult like real Derrick would have done, Dream Derrick leaned in a little closer.
"So sweet," mused Dream Derrick, "I bet those lips are just as delicious."
Jake felt something stirring in his stomach- a mixture of uneasy-ness and nerves...and just a tad bit of excitement.
"Derrick..." Jake hesitated as Derrick got closer. Jake wanted to kiss Derrick absolutely, but he did not want their first kiss to be in a dream. Jake also had a feeling that something...
Something was off.
Derrick got really close, their noses touching by the tips. The fake prince leaned in and touched their fore heads together.
But something wasn't right. Jake didn't feel warm tingles; he didn't feel happy. He felt panicked- a bit rushed. Like something bad was about to happen. It didn't help that Fake Derrick had an almost evil look in his pale-green eyes, the look of a player trying to seduce his innocent prey.
"Don't you want to kiss me?" Derrick purred, with half-closed eyes. Jake was frozen. Derrick had slithered his hand to the back of the werewolf's head, gripping the boy's hair in a tight vise-like hold. Jake knew- he felt- he wasn't in control of his own dream anymore and that scared him.
Anything could happen in a dream when you are not in control.
Fake Derrick was still close, waiting on his answer. Jake breathed in a deep breath of air to calm himself, for it wouldn't do any good for him to freak out. However, when the air passed through his nose, he smelled something strange. When he first hugged Derrick, Jake noted that the real prince smelled of herbs, roses, and apples. A nice, spring-y scent that drove him wild.
This Derrick smelled like burnt leaves and smoke, like a wildfire on the loose.
And as soon as Jake realized this, the whole scene changed.
Suddenly, the werewolf was standing in a war zone. Explosions cracked with giant plumes of flames at every second, one exploding very close to where he stood. Fake Derrick was gone from his arms. Everyone seemed to be gone, yet the explosions still commenced. Arrows were stuck into the ground; some where laying on the burnt grass with bloodstains gracing the tip. A few swords were carelessly thrown to the earth, yet some were strangely bent. Flames from the continuous explosions columned into fires taller than him- until he was practically surrounded by a wall of deadly fire.
Then, a woman stepped from the wall of flames, unharmed, yet saddened. The woman had a single tear running down her face, a glint of guilt in her blue eyes.
Identical blue eyes to the werewolf who watched her.
"Mom?" Jake asked, recognizing his mother instantly, "Wha-What's going on?"
"You have been treated so unfairly, " was all his mother whispered. She seemed extremely regretful and out-of-it.
"What?" Jake asked, then stepped closer to his mother, arms outstretched. "Mom, what do you mean? Why are you here? What is going on?"
"First your father," his mother continued," Then this-"
"Mom," Jake said soothingly, grabbing his mother's hands in his, "Mom, what about dad? What is 'this'? Please tell me."
His mother looked up at him with sorrowful eyes, welling up with tears. "Your father- well, you will find out soon about him or maybe eventually, but now? Now is not the time. Trust me. Take my word for it. And 'this'? This is a grave thing to happen, indeed. I prayed every single night that it would not happen to you, but it did. Now? Now there is no going back."
"What do you mean, Mom?" Jake said, frustrated tears forming in his eyes, "What do you mean? What happened? What's happening to me?"
"A curse," his mother said sullenly, "A curse. You see, it was given to me at a young age by a witch -you may just meet her someday perhaps- but this witch, she cursed me. Don't ask me why. I don't wish to tell you just yet. But for now, just know that it is all my fault. And I'm truly sorry."
The flames seemed to get hotter and bigger as she said this. As if they were trying to suffocate Jake.
"What-What's the curse?" Jake stammered, a bit shaken. His mother looked at his son with wide eyes, as if he asked her to reveal her deepest secret in front of the universe.
"Son, you have to understand," his mother said, "that this is no blessing. It's a curse all around. It seems cool at the beginning, but you'll soon see how awful it is. Again, I am truly sorry."
"Mom, it's okay, " Jake assured, rubbing his mother's arm in solace, "What is it?"
His mom looked down, almost like she was defeated, "It-It is the gift of sight. Future-telling, in other words. Look around-" his mother explained, looking sadly at the wall of flames, "You asked me what this is? This is the future."
Jake looked around with wonder. He was really seeing the future? It was too unreal to think.
"Look at me, Jake Pierce," said his mother, her voice turning stern and strong suddenly. She grabbed his face and forced her son to look into her eyes, "Look at me."
She stared seriously into his eyes, waiting until she had his full attention before continuing.
"Now I could probably tell you every answer to the questions you have about this curse. I could tell you why, just now, you seemed to have gained it. You want to know why? Your soulmate. I gained mine the day I met your father, but that is not important right now. None of the questions in your head right now are as important as what I'm about to say, you hear me?" Jake nodded. "Now listen good and listen well. I may or may not be speaking from experience, so I want you to promise me something."
Jake nodded again. His mother sighed.
"Promise," his mother begged, "-No matter what you see, no matter what happens, no matter how much you want to stop it from happening- PROMISE me, you will not try to change the future."
"Why-" Jake started, but his mother shushed him with a hand over his mouth. Despite the ever-growing hot flames, her hand was as cold as ice.
"Promise me," she begged, "Do not end up with years of regret and guilt. Promise me."
"I-I promise," Jake stuttered.
"Good," his mother said, backing away from him and looking at the flames, "My time is up. I will see you soon, my son, and when I do, I will explain more. But for now, you are on your own."
She backed up into the flames, and, as soon as she disappeared into the wall of fire, the wall closed in on him faster. The fire was trapping him in.
"Wait-" Jake said, as he started to panic, "Wait-no!" The flames got closer and closer-
Until they swallowed him whole.
~{()}~
"NO!" Jake screamed, sitting up in bed faster than the speed of light. He was breathing hard and sweat slid down his forehead and chest. His shirt was soaked as if he ran a marathon. His heart was beating miles per hour, trying to keep up with his racing thoughts.
The werewolf glanced around, trying to get a grip of reality, and he realized he was sitting in Derrick's bed.
Then everything he temporarily forgot came rushing back to his brain all at once.
This morning in the gardens, Derrick wanting to go somewhere alone, his nap.
He was safe.
Jake took a deep breath of relief and slid out of the bed. His brain hurt, he was hot, and he needed to clear his head, so he quickly decided a shower would be nice. Just the thought of freezing cold water cascading down his back felt like heaven.
Well that was certainly not a wet dream, Pickle huffed in his mind, No more naps for you mister.
I'm sorry, Jake said sarcastically, I didn't know I was cursed.
Well, now you know, Pickle said, Next time, I'm expecting smexy time.
Jake internally groaned and walked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.
It's true, Pickle said, You've got to give me SOMETHING.
Jake didn't answer back, but instead got undressed.
Like maybe I could describe like a really hot situation for you to imagine, maybe one from my dreams~ Pickle continued, Then, once you are in the shower, maybe you could like jerk-
NO, Jake replied.
Party Pooper, Pickle pouted, What if I keep it low-key?
Depends on what your idea of 'low-key' is, Jake huffed, starting the shower.
It's about as low-key as the god of Asgard, Pickle claimed, Like just imagine for a second. Imagine him kissing you. Right now.
Jake didn't answer, but got into the shower.
Jake imagined.
The werewolf imagined pushing Derrick against the wall and kissing those soft lips of his. Their mouths moving in sync. Both of them willingly showing their affection.
Woah, Jake purred.
Yeah, Pickle purred with him, See? That wasn't so hard was it?
Jake smiled, It wasn't as bad as I thought.
Told yaaa, Pickle chided.
Jake washed the rest of himself off, kind of glad he had Pickle in his head to talk to. He never had his thoughts to himself, yet he was never lonely and always had someone who just knew his problems and helped him fix them. Sure, Pickle never really showed himself before Derrick, but there were a few times when his inner wolf would chime in to help. Now that Pickle was constantly in his brain, or at least, until Derrick and Jake kissed, he felt closer to the voice in his head.
Besties? Pickle asked, reading his thoughts.
David's my bestie, Jake explained, You can be my...Beast-ie?
Yasss Queen, Pickle joked.
Jake gave a half-hearted laugh. But now that he talked about David...he couldn't help but wonder...
Where was David now?
~{()}~
On the outskirts of the forest, a medium length from the castle, there was a tree. Of course, there were many trees in the forest. This one was just like the rest: colorless, dreary, and leaf-less. But, just like the others, it was far from dead. However, at the base of this tree sat David, his pale skin almost blending in with the white snow, his soft emotional eyes staring with attentive detail to each falling snowflake, and his hair catching every single one that fell. Because of the cold, his colorless cheeks were tinted a slight pink, like a cherry in a snowstorm, and his lips were a tad chapped from the cold wind.
However, David did not seem the slightest affected by the cold. He seemed relaxed and at ease. In his mind circled a thousand things, but one thing centered it all.
Jake.
That was why he was out so far in the woods. He was searching for his best and only friend: Jake Pierce. Yet, after hours of searching, he decided to take a break at this tree. The snow-laden woods seemed to be the same in every single direction from where he was sitting. He recalled leaving the pack using the Luna's permission, yet enduring the mock and laugh of all the older, more immature werewolves.
They laughed at the fact that he was going out into the Banished Lands by himself. That "the poor little weakling will die before he steps foot into the human kingdom."
It was times like these he wished Jake was here to shut them up, but instead of hurting his feelings the older werewolves made him smug.
If only they knew how powerful I really was, David cheered happily inwardly.
David was going to get up, when he heard a sound. It was a distinctive sound. The sound of horse-hooves, which usually meant a hunter was nearing.
This didn't scare David however, for he was in his human form and wasn't doing anything suspicious. David was still a bit wary though.
It was nearing his twenty-first birthday by the month, and he didn't want his soulmate to be mate-less. That would be awful and very selfish of him if he were to be careless and die before he and his soulmate even met.
David closed his eyes and leaned his head back on the tree behind him, listening to the sound of horse-hooves pounding the snow into the ground. It got louder and louder before it stopped altogether.
"Are you okay?" a male's voice asked. David opened his eyes and peered up at a man on a horse, who was obviously talking to David. David tilted his head to the side in confusion.
The man had pale skin a little darker than his, green pale eyes, and sandy-yellow hair much darker than David's bleach-blond. He sat straight and had narrowed, conflicted eyes. The mocha horse he sat upon whinnied.
They had a little staring contest before David decided to speak up.
"Who are you?"
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