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Chapter 1072 - 135 : A Thief in the Night

Chapter 1072: Chapter 135 : A Thief in the Night

*Sasha*

Hunter gave a hearty cry, jarring me from sleep. It hadn’t even been an hour.

I groaned and threw the covers off me.

“I can go,” Lucas mumbled sleepily.

“No, he probably wants a snack,” I grumble. “I don’t think you can help with that.”

Lucas rolled over to face me and pouted. “I want a snack.”

“Goddess no, Lucas! Hunter will have both our heads!” But I still managed to laugh.

Lucas kissed my cheek as I stood. “Alright. You go see to Hunter. I’ll be here, jealous of my own son.”

I snorted and made my way to Hunter’s nursery.

Hunter was wailing as though the end of the world was coming, even though not an hour ago I’d changed his diaper and rocked him back to sleep. Now, I was sure he wanted to eat.

“Alright, alright, little man. Where’s the fire?” I mumbled, sweeping Hunter up in my arms.

I sat down in the rocking chair in the corner of the nursery and lowered the strap of my nightie to feed my son.

He happily latched on, his toothless little mouth gumming vigorously at my nipple.

When he was finished, I tiredly raised him to my shoulder to burp him.

Lucas wandered into the nursery and lifted Hunter out of my arms, putting him up against his own shoulder, rocking him and tapping his back.

I leaned back in the rocking chair, grateful for the break.

I didn’t even know I’d fallen asleep until I felt a kind of urgency pulling at the edges of my consciousness.

‘Sasha...’ a soft, familiar voice was saying.

“Sasha,” Lucas said quietly, shaking my shoulder. “You looked like you were having a bad dream.”

I looked up. Hunter was back in the bassinet. “I guess I was,” I mumbled.

“Come on. Let’s get you to bed,” Lucas murmured, sweeping me up in his arms.

I leaned my head on his shoulder and yawned, praying Hunter would sleep at least two hours consecutively so I could as well.

Lucas got us both into bed, then snuggled me in his arms. I felt deep contentment, and was just drifting off again when I heard the voice. ‘Sasha! Sasha, the baby’s in danger!’

I peeled my eyes open, my heart pounding in my ears.

“Sasha, go to sleep,” Lucas grunted, feeling me shifting around.

“I can’t. Someone’s calling out to me in my dreams, saying the baby’s in danger,” I said worriedly.

Lucas sat up a little bit. He stroked my hair, then cupped my cheek. “Nightmares like that are normal when you just had a baby. You’re always worried about him. But I’m still sorry you’re having them. You can’t win for losing, can you?”

“No,” I complained.

“It’ll get better,” Lucas promised. “I’m sure of it.”

***

Two days later, I was still having the same nightmares. I’d wake up in a cold sweat and have to run to the nursery to see Hunter, to make sure he was okay.

The voice identified itself as the Alternate Sasha one evening and begged me to listen, insisting over and over again that Hunter was in danger.

I tried to brush it off. As Lucas said, it was understandable that I’d have nightmares.

But these were so vivid, even though the voice seemed to be coming through a fog. I was almost prepared to believe.

“Lucas.” I broached the topic on the third night, the night of the full moon, before we went to bed. “These dreams....”

“You don’t think they’re just dreams,” Lucas inferred.

I shook my head. “No. And they keep saying the baby is in danger.”

Lucas gave me a hug and kissed my forehead. “Why don’t we see if we can make an appointment with Lena tomorrow, hmm? If nothing else, it will put your mind at ease. And if there is a real threat, well, forewarned is forearmed.”

“Thank you,” I whispered against his skin.

We went to bed, me feeling anxious about my nightmares and relieved that we’d be getting to the bottom of them tomorrow.

I closed my eyes, and soon the Alternate Sasha’s voice carried across the void of my unconsciousness.

‘Please, listen to me,’ she begged.

‘I’m listening,’ I responded, answering for the first time.

‘They’re coming!’ the Alternate Sasha said desperately.

My breathing evened out, and I drifted deeper into sleep. ‘Who’s coming?’

‘They’re coming for the baby!’ the Alternate Sasha shrieked loudly. ‘Now! Go. GO!’

I sat bolt upright just before a window in the house shattered.

“Lucas, the baby!” I shouted.

Lucas jumped out of bed, shifting before his feet even hit the floor.

I shifted as well and we ran to the nursery. Its window was, indeed, broken.

Shifters of every size and color were wriggling in through the window, snarling and squaring off against us.

One went for the bassinet.

‘Oh, HELL no,’ Lucas snarled, leaping over the line of wolves to knock a dark wolf off the bassinet.

There was an unfamiliar smell in the air. It tickled my nose and I sneezed.

Two of the shifters leaped at me. I tore one’s throat out and clawed the face of the other, getting one of his eyes. He howled.

Lucas circled the shifters from behind, trying to keep himself between them and the bassinet. He lunged at the unfamiliar wolves, snapping his jaws around sinew and bone.

The shifters were not a match for him, and certainly not a match for the both of us together. Though they had greater numbers, we had greater fury. This was our home, damn it!

Just as the passel of shifters that had set upon us began to rethink their life choices, more started coming in through the window.

Lucas moved there to catch them as they tried to get in.

Howls filled the air–Howls of pain, howls of anger... howls of the dying.

We managed to keep them at bay, circling them so they were forced into a tight phalanx in the middle of the room.

I noticed the rocking chair had been snapped to bits in the midst of all the fighting. This, above all the damage they’d done, upset me the most.

I snarled at the nearest shifter and crunched down on his femur, shattering bone.

He yelped and tried to get away, but met Lucas’s waiting maw when he made for the window.

While we were distracted by the flood of shifters, one wolf snuck over to the bassinet, took the sides between its jaws, and began carrying Hunter away through the nursery door.

‘Lucas!’ I cried.

Lucas left the window and we both clawed our way out of the nursery and into the hall.

Hunter was screaming, clearly unimpressed by all this commotion.

The wolf was dragging Hunter, bassinet and all, down the staircase. I confronted him from the top, letting out an unholy growl that only a mother protecting her son could make.

Lucas leaped over the railing to the floor below and cornered the wolf from the bottom of the stairs.

Outnumbered and outfoxed, the wolf dropped the bassinet and grabbed Hunter out of it, holding my baby between his jaws.

The threat did not have to be voiced aloud.

Lucas and I looked at each other, then started to back away.

The wolf decided he was pretty smart and smugly pranced past Lucas.

I didn’t know what to do. My heart ripped and I howled despondently.

Lucas stalked the wolf to the front door, standing in front of it, while I came under attack by the shifters we’d left behind us.

I was able to fend them off but saw out of the corner of my eye that Lucas had shifted back to human form, standing naked before the wolf that had our son.

Was he going to try to plead with the bastard?

The wolf made a sound something like a laugh. But he wasn’t laughing long.

Quick as lightning, Lucas’s hands shot out and he gripped the wolf’s jaws, top and bottom.

Oh, Goddess. He was going to try to fight the wolf....

It was my turn to leap over the rail and land on the main floor.

Hunter was screaming. I knew nothing else except that.

While Lucas kept a firm hold on the wolf’s jaws, I shifted and snatched Hunter out of the wolf’s mouth while Lucas held it open.

Other shifters came after me, then, as I ran with my son through the house and out the back door.

I heard a terrible ripping sound behind me and knew Lucas had torn the wolf’s head apart. Even young as he was, I was glad Hunter hadn’t seen it.

Barefoot, I ran through the trees that surrounded the property, clutching Hunter to my chest. I knew I couldn’t outrun the wolves.

I curled with Hunter in the narrow space beneath a fallen tree, trying to hush him so the shifters wouldn’t hear us.

It was no use. Hunter wailed inconsolably, and soon, a wolf appeared beside us.

I grabbed a rock, moving Hunter into one arm. I wasn’t going down without a fight.

Then the wolf’s head came down, and I recognized Lucas.

“Lucas,” I whimpered, relieved. I took a handful of his bloody fur and buried my face in his neck.

Lucas shifted, and then I was gripping his hair, crying into his shoulder. He enveloped us both in his strong arms and rocked back and forth. “It’s over,” he said. “They’re gone.”

I trembled with the excess adrenaline and held Hunter so hard that he began bawling in protest. “Did they run away?”

“What was left of them,” Lucas said.

I took a shaking breath. “How many were left?”

“About five,” Lucas replied. “The ones who were coming after you, well, they lived to regret it.”

“Good.” I eased my hold on Hunter just fractionally.

The little man grunted unhappily at me but appeared to be somewhat mollified.

Lucas, covered in blood that was mostly not his own, kept holding us.

Though we didn’t say a thing to each other, we both knew that neither of us wanted to go back to the mansion.

“Where do we go?” I asked.

“Let’s... just stay here until we’re sure they’re not sending reinforcements,” Lucas said, looking up at the full moon.

I nodded. Yes, that would be the best plan.

Together, Lucas and I kept vigil all night long while Hunter, ironically, slept soundly in my arms, not grousing once.

He would choose this night to be the first night he slept straight through until morning.

As dawn lit the horizon and the full moon disappeared, Lucas and I rose and haltingly headed back toward the house.

We would never say it aloud, but we were both scared out of our minds.

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