“She will be reborn.  There is still time in this cycle.  If we fail again, we will kill their Elders so they won’t remember in time for the next cycle!”  He kicked the head as he spoke.

My heartbeat slowed, and a chill crept along my skin.

The bed dipped as Luke lay next to me.  He pulled me into his arms, and I rested my head on his bare chest registering his comfort before sinking into normal dreams.  Dreams where I went to school, forgot my locker combination and my pants.

*    *    *    *

A low growl pulled me from my sleep.  But, it was Luke shoving my head onto a pillow that really woke me.

The mattress bounced as he flew from the bed. I opened my eyes to the sound of splintering wood and bolted upright, blinking stupidly.  A large shape filled the demolished doorway.  Luke had already almost completely phased into his wolf form and rushed toward the beast coming through the door.

They met with a heavy thud and grappled for each other’s throats just inside our room.  Vicious snarls and growls filled the air as they both went back on their hind legs.  I sat there frozen and gap-jawed watching the fight play out while my chest felt too small for my hammering heart.

The larger one used its weight to push Luke back, unbalancing him.  As he fell, he darted in with his sharp teeth.  I didn’t see if he made contact.  A rustle of noise and a shadow of movement from the corner of my eye had me turning in time to watch two shapes fly through the room’s wide window.

Still shaking from the first one’s arrival, I didn’t think, just acted.  I rolled from the bed toward the fighting pair and closer to Luke.  The newcomers landed crouched on the floor at the foot of the bed while I landed hard on my hip beside the bed.  Luke pivoted to face the two newcomers.  The original wolf who had struggled with Luke saw me and reached for me.  I scrambled away, barely managed to avoid his searching fingers, and bumped into the nightstand as Luke yanked him back.

A yip-howl rent the air. Luke had sunk his teeth into his opponent’s right eye.  I gagged by reflex and quickly looked away.  No time for that!

Snagging the lamp from the table, I held it by the chord and threw it like a mace.  Luke lunged at the third attacker while the second batted away my attempt at a weapon.  The lamp shattered, and I grabbed a shard of jagged ceramic before wedged myself under the bed.  There wasn’t much room; the weight of the bed pressed down on me.  I inched to the head of the bed where the nightstands created an additional barrier, giving me more protection.

Above me, the snarls increased, and I tried to curl into a ball—as much as the space would allow—to make my legs and arms harder to grab.  Please don’t let him die.  Huddled there, I stared at the fake wood grain of the nightstand trying to quiet my harsh breathing so I could hear.  My hand tightened around the shard.  I didn’t want to use it.  A grunt of pain preceded several more yips.  I didn’t want to do this again. Then, silence fell.  I stifled the urge to cry as I waited.  One heartbeat.  Two.  No one tried to pull me from under the bed.

I stayed curled up but lifted my head for just a peek.  A pair of eyes stared back at me.  I jumped hard enough to hit my head on the bed frame and almost curled back up.  The eyes didn’t blink...  Trembling, I struggled to pull in a breath.  The man’s cheek lay pressed against the carpet, his body relaxed.  Dead. It wasn’t Luke.  I needed to know.  Quietly, I uncurled myself.  I didn’t completely stretch out.  Rather, I extended my arms and legs just enough to shift my weight without emerging from under the bed.  Three half-formed wolf bodies littered the floor.  Whispers of sound invaded the room as their bodies shifted on the carpet, their dog forms slowly receding to show the men beneath.  I didn’t recognize any of them.

Relief washed over me and I rested my head on the floor, closing my eyes.  Luke hadn’t died.

Small noises continued to sound around me while I struggled to regain control of my breathing and my limbs.  It took several minutes after the last rustle of movement to register the complete silence.  Where was Luke?  Was he hurt?  Like an idiot, I’d stayed cowering under the bed instead of checking right away.

I lifted my head and frowned at the vacant spot before me.  The lifeless eyes were gone.  So was the body attached to them.

Creeping from beneath the bed, I surveyed the room.  No bodies, no lamp pieces, no glass.  No blood.  How was there no blood?

The sheets were rumpled and twisted from my quick escape.  The curtains, fluttering outward, drew my attention.  I edged toward the window and looked at all the glass and lamp pieces scattered artfully on the ground.

Frowning, I turned back to the room.  Where had Luke gone?  We needed to move fast.  I looked down at myself.  I wore a long sleeved top and sleep pants.  The cold penetrating the room finally penetrated my thoughts.  I couldn’t go outside like this.  I grabbed the bag and dashed to the bathroom.  If Luke wasn’t back when I stepped out of the bathroom, I promised myself that I would leave without him.

I flew through changing, and when I stepped out, Luke sat waiting on the edge of the bed, his expression filled with concern.  I wanted to fly at him and throw myself in his arms but held myself back.

That was twice now that they found us.  A heaviness settled over me.  Was there really only one outcome for me?  Hopelessness blanketed my desperation to find an answer where I didn’t die.

“Are you all right?” he asked softly, standing.

When he walked toward me, I flinched involuntarily.  Apparently, I wasn’t all right.  Seeing, hearing, and knowing he’d killed five men shook me.  It wasn’t that I didn’t appreciate his defense.  I did.  But knowing that my life had once again started the death cycle broke me down inside.  Two wolves finding us I could try to pass off as a fluke, to deny the inevitability of my death, and to tease myself with maybes.  Maybe Luke, one of the good guys, could help me.  Maybe I would live this time.  Five wasn’t a fluke.  Those maybes were a fool’s dream.  I just needed to come to grips with my fate.  I would die.  Horribly.

He stopped advancing and eyed me sadly.

“It will be okay, Bethi.  I left money and an explanation with the manager for the broken window.  We should go.”

I nodded numbly and watched him pick up the duffle bag.  He held a hand out toward me, but I ignored it and walked through the door.  My hope to stop the dreams didn’t matter anymore.  The countdown to the end had started.

*    *    *    *

Sitting once again on the back of the bike, the scenery rushed passed.  I didn’t see any of it.  I didn’t remember getting on the bike.  The sight of a gouged eye blinded me to all of it. Instead, I dwelled on the dead of this life and past lives.  The loud sound of the battering wind faded as the ticking of the countdown deafened me.  I stayed locked behind Luke, feeling him turning occasionally, but not hearing him, not seeing him until he pulled to the shoulder and cut the engine.

“Bethi?” he said turning to look at me.  “I am sorry about this morning.  Those were not typical challenges.  They did not back down.  I had no choice.”

Challenge?  I blinked at him trying to bring myself back.  I remembered the fights from past lives where two wolves fought for the right to their mate.  He thought he was fighting for his right to me?  Part of me wanted to cry because he hadn’t really believed me, or put together what I’d been telling him.  Another part wanted to cry because his interest, or lack thereof, was pointless.

“Don’t be sorry,” I said flatly.  “It wasn’t a challenge.  There will be more wolves.  They will come until I choose, or I die.”

Luke opened his mouth to say something more but stopped after searching my hopeless gaze.  He turned around, told me to hold on tight, and took off from the shoulder.  We flew, and this time the tearing wind reminded me I wasn’t dead yet.