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The Choices of Fate -Part 4- A Newfound Purpose

• * * "I think I'm getting the hang of this." I say, dropping the short-barreled assault rifle from the firing position. I had just put over thirty rounds in a baseball sized target 50 yards away. "I would hope so," Trevor, the brown otter in his trademark black leather trench coat, replies. "You have had two weeks of nonstop practice." "Well, what else is there to do? I hadn't qualified to go out on any raids, and I can't just eat all day." "Well, aren't you a martial artist? You could practice that." "For ten hours a day? That's too much." "What about your new powers?" Yeah, my new powers. If I could trust them, then maybe I would. "And risk bringing the roof down on my head? Doubt it." "Sorry it's so boring here. I didn't think it would be so hard on you. You always did like being on your own." "I may have been a lone wolf, but I had plenty to keep me busy. How did you think I got so good at those video games?" "Ah, that's where your time went." "Yeah, no studies means more levels." By the time we finished talking, we had walked to the cafeteria. The firing range was isolated from the rest of the base by several layers of storage, empty rooms, and training halls. It was a good fifteen minute walk to the cafeteria, on the side near of the rooms set aside for personal spaces. On the menu was burgers and spaghetti with meatballs. I had some spaghetti, since I had burgers for lunch. Trevor picked the burgers. We sat at a table, the same one that I had sat at for the last couple dozen meals. I was starting to see a pattern. Emelia came into the mess hall shortly after we sat down. Her ruby scales standing out among all of the brown, red, gray, black, and white fur of the rest of the Grey Wolves. She got her meal and sat down next to me. Giving me a kiss on the cheek. I had gotten used to that as well. Emelia is my mate, and my first girlfriend. I had to get used to having someone my age show affection in public. I also had to get used to someone else in my bed at night, but that was a bit more... pleasurable. After the dinner, Emelia and I go to our shared room. When the door closes, our lips meet in a passionate kiss. We move to the large bed in the middle of the room while disrobing each other. We fall unto the bed together, groping and fondling each other. Our tongues and hands exploring the already familiar grounds. I start to trail kisses and licks down her neck, then down her chest. I stop to lavish her taught nipples with gentle licks. I continue my downward trail, my hand cupping her moist mound. Her gasps and moans at the treatment my mouth and hand were giving her drove me on and into a frenzy. I can barely hold myself from plowing her folds with my member and claiming her once more. The only thought I have was to get her as worked up as I am. I reach the opening of her legs with my mouth, and start to work my tongue and teeth around her dripping hole. I try to let as little of her nectar escape as I can, while making sure every brush of my draconic tongue makes her shiver. Soon her moans turned to a pleading voice. "Please, Kevin. Stop teasing me. Take me." "You sure?" I ask. I'm already sure she wanted me to ram into her. I like the bit of teasing it still held. "Kevin, please. You know by now." "Heh, fine. I just wanted to taste my dessert." I tell her while moving back up her body, quicker this time. She wasn't the only one who wanted me inside of her. Once I get into position above her, I aim my member and push into her buttery smooth tunnel. Both of us moan at the sensations. I hilt myself, and pause for a brief moment to relish the heat and slickness of our joining. I then start to pull out until the tip of my member was inside her. I then piston myself in and out, setting a rhythm that would set us both over the edge before too long. Our moans turn to gasps and cries of pleasure. After a few moments, I felt the pressure build in my loins, and I could feel her pussy start to ripple around my cock. A few more thrusts, and we both came, her walls milking my shaft while I jettison spurt after spurt of hot cum deep into her. We lay on the bed after our mating, the heady smell of our recent sex getting lost in the already potent musk of the room. When I catch my breath, I ask, "How long until you leave, again?" "Three more days. I'll miss you." "Me, or the sex?" "Both." "What would I do on the trip, besides make sure you are well sated, I mean. I can't fight!" "Yes, you can! You don't need your powers to be useful. I hear you have gotten quite good with a rifle." "Perhaps, but I have no experience. And I don't know if I'll hear the voice again. I gave into it once, and I could a second time." "Now you know that you can't trust it, you can say 'no'." "Not if it was you." "Now is not the time for flattery." Emelia replies, sternly. "I mean, the voice said it was me, what if it decided to be you? I wouldn't be able to say no if you asked me, and the temptation is already pretty strong." "The power was that intoxicating?" "Yes, and it is that, ....that evil. I can't trust it." "Well, I guess you are the only one to judge whether or not you are ready. I have no idea what it was like for you." "I wouldn't wish it on you, or anyone else, but I just want someone who could understand my problems and help me through them." "...You have me." "..Thanks, I know this is just as hard on you as it is on me, and having you by my side is more than I deserve." We snuggle close to each other, and Emelia drifts off to sleep. I try to sleep, but I can't. I keep thinking, 'Why must I be the only one to have this dreadful power? I know the eagle said I am to win the war, but must I do it alone?' I look back at Emelia, and notice something ...weird. There is a faint purple glow around her. I reach out to touch her, but stop when I see my hand. I have a much stronger glow, and many colors. I make out colors ranging from red and yellow to black and blue. A little concerned that this may be some sort of attack, or drug, I wake up Emelia. "Hmm? What's wrong?" She says, rubbing her eyes. "Do you notice anything wrong with me?" "Besides the fact that you woke me up in the middle of the night? No." "I'm not glowing?" "Why would you be?" "Because I see myself glowing, and you too." "Huh?" "You are glowing purple, and I have this multicolor glow." "Purple? Why would I glow purple?" "I don't know, I just noticed right before I woke you up." "Do you think it has anything to do with that voice?" "I don't think so, it doesn't feel the same. This almost feels...natural." "Natural?" "Like it was something I've always done. I still see you, and your beautiful scales, but I also see this..aura around you." "You could always see strange, swirling colors?" "Just when I was in slip space..." I trail off, recalling my time that place. The colors that surrounded it, maybe they were just around me? I look at my hand again and realize that the pattern is very similar to what I saw in slip space. They even swirled in a similar way. "Maybe this is a new power." I say. "Very useful." Emelia replies, sarcastically. "Maybe, but there has to be a reason why I can see them now." "What would that be?" "Well, for my other powers, I just have to picture myself using them. Maybe this is similar." "You pictured yourself seeing strange colors?" "Not in so many words, I was thinking about why I am the only one with these powers, about why I have this burden. Then I could see your purple glow." "What are you getting at?" "Maybe I am not the only one with powers, just the only one that went to slip space." "So I can shoot beams of energy from my hands, too?" "Don't sound so eager, and I don't think so. My glow looks different from yours, remember? I guess I have to figure out what all the colors mean." "Well, lets just wait until morning. We both need our sleep." Emelia rolls over and almost immediately falls asleep. After another half-hour or so, sleep finally claims me. Mercifully, it is a sleep devoid of dreams. In the morning, I wake up to see the bed empty. I look at the clock on the table by the bed. Crap. I overslept by several hours. I completely missed breakfast, and lunch would be served in an hour. I'm normally one of the first to breakfast, even before Emelia. I had forgotten about the auras until I got out of bed. When I looked at myself in the mirror, I saw the swirl of colors again. This time, I studied the swirl very closely. I could make out nine colors; Red, orange, green, blue, yellow, brown, purple, black, and white. Hmm, well, my energy blade is red, so I suppose red means the energy blade. My beam is blue, and so was the owl's, so I guess blue is the beam. That leaves teleportation, remote sensing, shields, creating matter, and this new thing, if this is indeed seeing powers. That leaves two colors open. Then I remember the time in the forest, and the dark energy. The black is the same kind of black as the energy I used in the blast. Maybe that is what the black is for. So, if each color is a power, there is one power I have that I don't know about yet. I wonder what else I can do. Then I go out into the hallway, no real destination in mind, just walking. As I walk along, I notice the auras of all the furs I pass. Most of them just have one color to their aura, and the most common color seems to be orange. The ones that have two seem to tend toward orange/red or orange/blue. Of all the auras I saw, I never noticed any brown, black or yellow, and only one white, though it was only white and very weak. There were some furs who didn't have any auras as well, about ten percent of all the furs didn't have any auras that I could see. Of the furs I passed in the halls before lunch, there were no others who had more than three colors. I walk into the mess hall for lunch, my stomach loudly complaining at being ignored for the morning. I grab a large lunch, and find a place to sit. I can't help but think what the other colors mean. Orange seems to be fairly common, but I have no idea what it means, and what about yellow, brown and black? Why am I the only one who has those? My head bangs against the table in frustration, trying to find the answer in the pain. Trevor comes and sits by me after my show of frustration. His aura is a swirl of red and blue, with small bits of purple, or maybe it's just my vision a bit blurry from hitting my head. So, he can use the beam and blade. "Having fun?" He asks. "Loads, you should try it sometime." "I'll pass for now. What was with you this morning? You sleep until ten and then wander the halls in some kind of daze. Should I be worried?" "What does purple mean to you?" "That's it, you went completely crazy." "Seriously, I have started seeing auras around people. You have a red and blue aura with some purple." "What drugs have you taking? And where did you find them?" "This isn't some drug induced hallucination. I think it is a new power. I was wondering why I was the only one with these abilities and then I could see these auras." "Really, what about you?" "Me? You mean my aura? It is nine different colors, most of which I have seen in other people, but a few I seem to be the only one here who has them." "So what are these colors supposed to mean?" "I think it is a way to see other people's powers." "So I have powers?" "If I'm right, you can shoot beams of energy from your hands and form energy blades like me, along with something else." "You don't know what they all mean yet?" "This didn't come with any kind of instructions! I've just found out that I can see swirling colors! I don't remember anything in classes that would help me prepare for this!" I burst, angrily. "Sorry, it's just that I can hardly believe that I can do some of the things you can do." "Why? Why is it so hard to believe that I am not the only one with powers?" "I don't mean that, it's just that I have lived my whole life in this body, and not once did I even think that I was meant to be anything more than an otter, and an unimpressive one at that." "I never thought I would amount to much more than a video game junkie either, but when the Krendall invaded, I found out about this whole new side of myself. And right now, I'm happy to find out that I'm not alone." "You haven't been alone. We have been here." "You've been here, but I couldn't really be a part of anything here." This is the first time in weeks that I have been happy to have my powers. If only I could convey that to him, but I don't know how to say it without bringing up what happened in the forest. If only I could show him my feelings and thoughts. Then I feel a kind of tingle, like my head was suddenly crowded. Trevor had a strange look on his face. "What's wrong, Trevor?" "I just had a strange feeling." "Like somehow, you had someone else in your head?" "Not quite, like I was in someone else's head, seeing their thoughts." "I think maybe it was mine." "Yeah, it seemed so similar, but still different. I didn't know how you felt the powers separated you from us. Sorry for making you feel so alienated." "No problem, and thank you." "For what?" "Helping me figure out what purple is." I say, standing up from my barely eaten lunch. "Huh?" Trevor says. I start to move towards the door. My lunch forgotten. "It's telepathy." I call back, just before going out the door. Suddenly filled with renewed purpose, I try to find Emelia. I find her in our room. She looks like she is reviewing some documents. I try not to interfere in her business of running the Grey Wolves, but I think this time is worth it. "Bad news?" I ask after seeing the look on her face. "Huh? Oh, I guess. Relays from other resistance movements." "And how goes the fight?" "Well, anyone who makes any real attack gets wiped out. No one can do any damage." "I think I can help with that." "Oh, NOW you want to help. I guess you just needed to see how desperate it all is to volunteer." "Sorry." "No, I'm sorry. Sometimes it feels so helpless. I shouldn't take it out on you." "Well, I think I actually can help. I think I found out what happened last night." "Really? What was it that could change your mind." "You have telepathy." "And I can fly. Seriously now, you found out what was with those colors?" "No, really, they're powers. It's a new power, and I just found out about another one, telepathy. You have it too." "You sure?" "Yeah, Trevor has purple too, with red and blue. I know what they mean, and he read my mind." "Really? What did he see?" "Just what I was thinking at the time, of how this is the first time in two weeks that I am actually happy to have these powers." "So I just have to visualize myself reading minds? How do I do that?" "Hmm, I see your point. I think it is more you have to want to see into someone's mind. Actually feel like you need to." She pauses for a moment, a look of concentration on her face. "I don't feel anything." If only I could show her how, how to use her telepathy, how I've started to feel, how I can help. If only...wait, that tingly feeling again. This time, I am inside Emelia's mind. I'm not sure how I know, but I do. I bring to mind how I did this, and my plan to help the resistance movement. "Whoa. That was strange." She says after I stop sending information to her. "How so?" I ask, I don't know if it actually worked. "I felt this weird tingle, then I think I heard you in my head, and what you thought to me." "And?" "And I understand now. How you plan to help now..." {and how to use this telepathy.} "That's going to take some getting used to." "I know. But we should get going on your plan." "Just to make sure you got everything, tell me what my plan is." "You want to see what powers that people in the resistance have and use your telepathy to train them. That way, we all have increased survivability, and we may actually be able to do something against the Krendall." "Good. Sounds like that worked, and I can train others telepathically. So as soon as I figure out what the colors mean, I can start training people." "Maybe sooner, I leave with the volunteers from the Grey Wolves in two days, we need to start right now." Emelia and I go to a room that I have only seen a couple of times, the control room. It has security cameras around the bunker along with the backup generators and the PA system microphone and controls. We use the PA to tell everyone to gather in the main hall for an important announcement. When everyone had arrived in the hall, Emelia gave a short speech, "Grey Wolves, as you well know, in two days, some of us leave to meet with the combined resistance forces of the Midwest to raid a Krendall production facility. I have asked for volunteers and received more positive responses than I was expecting. However, you all know that the chances of success, or for that matter, even surviving the mission is close to none. That is why I called you all here. I just found out about a new training that could be completed by the time we leave that would increase not only our chances of completing our objective, but also our chances of surviving. This has only been done once, but it was successful, and the results of the training have already been proven in battle. To explain the method and results, Kevin." Emelia didn't warn me that I would have to make a presentation of my plan to the Grey Wolves, but I guess I would be the most logical candidate for the job. I step forward in the clearing that served as a stage. "You have all heard accounts of my abilities, and my successes in my experience, however limited my participation has been. Up 'till now, I have been uneasy about my powers, but recently, I found out about a new one. This morning, I discovered I have the ability to sense the powers of anyone I see. Most of you have some sort of power, although about 1 in 10 do not. In my experience with the Krendall, especially the suits, the same powers some of you have were instrumental in the expedient dispatch of my enemies. Any who so wish, may receive training to use the powers they have. The training is very quick, I should be able to complete everyone in this room in a couple days' time." "What kind of training?" One fur asked. "Well, put bluntly, telepathic. I would establish a connection with your mind, and give you instructions on how to use your powers directly into your conscious mind. The process will only take a few minutes at most, and should be 100% effective. Granted, I have only done it once. Also, my ability to sense what powers you have is not complete. I may have to experiment with a few people to fine tune my senses, but once I have that done, I have full confidence that the Grey Wolves, and eventually, the entire resistance movement, will be much more effective at fighting the Krendall and coming back to tell the tale." "Telepathic? You are going to read our minds?" Another fur. "No, I won't be reading your minds, I'll only be giving you information, not receiving any. I will not be accessing anything in you minds." "When would you be able to start?" The one who asked the first question again. "Right away, just as soon as there are no more questions." This time, there are no more questions, and plenty of volunteers. The first volunteer has an aura of orange and red. So, it would be the energy blade and one of my unknown powers. I give him the knowledge he would need to use the energy blade, and then ask him permission to perform an experiment. I explain that I would give him some information then ask him to use it, to see if he has that power. He agrees, and I try first with the most noticeable powers that I have not figured out the colors for. I decide to start with matter creation. I give him the information to create a solid object, and ask him to make some wood. He tries, but fails. That marks orange off as matter creation. Then I give him the information for teleportation. He then tries to teleport somewhere, but stays where he is. I'm not sure how I would give him information on how to see powers, so I try shields since they would make the most sense on a battlefield. I give him the training, and ask him to make a shield. He tries to make a shield over the table. I move my hand forward, expecting nothing to happen. I am shocked to find an energy shield blocking my hand. He smiles and comments about being a knight. The day goes on like that. After the first few furs, the rest are easy in comparison, and the line moves fairly quickly. I also find out that green is teleportation, and white is remote viewing. By dinnertime, I am dead tired, and very hungry. I guess that's what I get for skipping breakfast and having a small lunch. I got a little over halfway through the Grey Wolves today, and tomorrow I should be able to get through the rest. Then I just have to do it all over again for the rest of the resistance movement. Emelia, Trevor and Benson all come and go during the day, making comments and giving support. When I can do no more, I go to the mess hall to get some food. The furs behind the counter look at me differently. At once, I can tell the difference. They respect me. A different respect than before. Now they regard me as an equal, a member of the Wolves, not just some freak with amazing abilities. They gladly give me extra helpings. I go to sit in my usual spot. Emelia comes in shortly thereafter. She sits next to me after getting some food. "Got enough food?" She quips. "Maybe, I may have to get some more when I clear some room on my tray." I reply, deadpan. "Careful, you may go through all of the supplies before you get filled." She coils her tail around mine. "Maybe, I feel like I could eat a horse." I add some counter-spin to the coil. "You know, your plan just might be what gets us through this." "What do you mean?" "If every soldier on our side can do even some of the things you can, their survivability would skyrocket. We could really do some damage to the Krendall." "I hope so." "I don't like that tone." "What if it isn't enough? For all of them, the first time many will use their powers will be on the battlefield. We are planning a raid on a heavily defended outpost. I don't know how things will turn out." "It will be fine. I sent a document listing your abilities and your plan to the other leaders taking part in the raid, we may have to change our plan a bit, but we should have a much better chance than before to succeed and come home afterward." "I don't doubt that it is a step in the right direction, but I am worried that it might me to little, too late." "Why?" "The Krendall have taken hold of the world, they have been in power for a month. Many freedom fighters have been killed, and more die every day. Maybe there are too few of us left to make that much of a difference." "Just wait until you see the combined forces the day after tomorrow. You might just change your tune." We talk more about the raid that we were going to join in. over our dinners. Apparently, our target is a Krendall arms factory, re-purposed from a steel refinery. Our goal is destruction of the facility. If the furs of Earth cannot use it, then neither should the Krendall. We are also aiming to keep civilian casualties to a minimum, so we have to make sure there are no innocent workers in the facility when our bombs detonate. Our general strategy will be to infiltrate the facility, evacuate the workers, plant explosives on support structures, and make good our escape. The plan called for heavy Krendall resistance. They do not want to lose the facility, and the suits seem to be expendable, at least, that is what all the intelligence points towards. That line of discussion dies out around the time our dinners disappear, and the mess hall is beginning to fill for the regular dinner rush. We get up and disentangle our tails so we can carry our trays to the washer and then leave the room. As we near the door, I ask Emelia, "Would you mind a night off?" "From what?" "Our usual activities. I feel pretty tired." "Heading off to bed? And you don't want company? Am I getting boring?" "Never, it's just the training seems to take a bit out of me, at least mentally." "Do you ever think when we are in bed together anyway?" "Sometimes, but tomorrow looks to be another long day, and I would like to make sure I am well rested for it." "I guess I can go for a night without yiffing, but you owe me." "I promise to make it up to you." "All right, are you going to bed now?" She asks, noticing that I am heading in the direction of our room. "Yeah, like I said, I'm pretty tired. See you in the morning, love." "You too, honey." I stumble into the room I share with Emelia, barely able to stay awake. I didn't know it would take this much out of me to train people like this. As I make it to the bed, I collapse into a deep, dreamless slumber. I wake up fairly sore, though I don't know why. Then I realize the position I'm in. My head is on the pillow, but my arms are painfully bent under me, and my neck is bent back because of the pillow. I guess I fell asleep like this, and it just now got to me. I look at the clock next to the bed, and realize that I woke up about an hour before I usually do. I decide to get up and try to stretch out the soreness from my uncomfortable sleeping arrangement. I slept on one side of the bed, Emelia on the other. It was strange not to wake up in her arms, but I guess it couldn't be helped. I hear Emelia whimper and look over at her. I guess something is happening in her dream. I wonder, what she is dreaming about? I concentrate on her mind, and find it easier to connect to her mind than before. Perhaps when you look into someone's mind you leave a bridge, or maybe when people are asleep it is easier to connect to them. Either way, I find it easy to see her dream. She seems to be having a nightmare. In her dream, she is leading an assault on a Krendall facility and everything is going south. I am not there, apparently. I try to influence her dream, and find that I can with little effort. I move myself into her dream, manifesting myself in flowing midnight blue robes. I come up from behind Emelia in her dream world and tap her on the shoulder. "Hey, don't worry, everything will work out." I say to her. "Huh? Kevin? What are you doing here? I thought you didn't want to come along?" "How could I ever leave you here? I'm sorry for taking so long to come to my senses." "You may have taken too long, the Krendall almost have us surrounded, we must retreat." "Don't you remember my plan? Signal the attack, I will lead them." "But, are you sure? Are you ready?" "Hmm, taking some lines from me?" "Wha- oh. Maybe. I guess we will never know until we try, right?" "Of course." She signals the attack, and I rush into the thick of the fight. I use my influence in her dream to make everyone in the group have a mix of powers, and be able to use them. I guide them mentally to use them, and even tone down the Krendall suits. I lead the counterattack, and with the change in power levels, the fight was won in very little time. Even if it is Emelia's dream, a victory is a victory. If I can ease her mind about the coming raid, then it is worth any effort. I leave her dream and return to reality. Unfortunately, my leaving her dream woke her up. "Good morning. Did you have a good dream?" I ask her, hoping that she didn't remember, or at least didn't suspect me of invading her dream. "Hmm, yeah, I guess. It was very weird. I don't remember where I was, or how I got there, but the Kredall were attacking, and the resistance was falling back, then you showed up. Once you were there, everything was fine. Maybe it's a sign or something." "Yeah, maybe. I'm glad I could be there for you." "Yeah, thanks for being there for me." I look back at the clock, and notice that going into her dream only took a few minutes. I still have the better part of an hour before I would normally be up, and even then, I could afford to be a bit late. "Hey, now that you are up, mind if I made up for last night?" "What do you,...oh, that. You sure you're up to it?" "Yeah, I got more than enough sleep, so I'm up to it if you are." "Heh, I guess I'm rested enough. Though we will have to tone it down a bit." "Why?" "We don't want to wake up the whole base at 6 AM. Also, we don't want you getting too tired before you start the training session." "I guess you're right. Perhaps a sixty-nine? That will keep both of us a bit quieter." "Sure, I could go for that." Since I was the one who was sitting up, and Emelia hadn't moved much from where she slept, I moved over to her, positioning myself so my knees are on either side of her head and my head is between her legs. Her nether lips are already wet, and judging from the scent from the bedsheets around her, she had been so for a good part of the night. I guess I really have a bit to make up for, if I made her wait so long. Not wanting her to wait any longer, I delve into her depths with my tongue. Her scent and taste make my shaft grow out of my sheath in almost no time. As soon as it started to peek out, though, Emelia took it into her mouth and greedily suckled. I moaned into her hole, my tongue still buried deep. My moan caused her to moan, sending the vibrations back into me through my newly-hard member. We kept on causing each other to moan and gasp, which lead the other to do the same. The feedback of our pleasure sending us closer and closer to the edge. Then something strange happened to cause me to all but stop my ministrations. I suddenly felt someone, no, not just anyone, Emelia in my head. I linked with her as well. She sent me how she felt, and I followed suit. Our moans subsequently doubled in intensity. I not only felt how her walls gripped my tongue and her mouth and tongue worked over my shaft, but also how my tongue made her feel and how my cock and precum tasted to her. I redoubled my efforts to make up for my lost time, and now that I knew directly how she felt, I could focus more attention to all her soft spots. She also attacked everywhere I was weak as well. Our already explosive climax started to approach that much faster and harder. I hardly had any time to enjoy this new link when I had the best orgasm I've ever had, right down her throat. She gulped down every bit, and I still had her sensations over-imposed on mine. I tasted my cum as if I were drinking it myself. I also felt how my cock bucked in her mouth and her throat muscles playing over the head as she swallowed repeatedly to keep up with the unusually strong and long climax. My orgasm sent her over the edge pretty quickly as well, and I was able to prepare a bit, since I could feel it approaching though the link. I covered her entrance with my mouth and sent my tongue in a flurry over her nub. She arched her back as her juices shot into my mouth. I could feel how my tongue on her clitoris sent electricity through her body and kept up my play on her nub while she rode out her orgasm. When we catch our breath, I ask, "Where did you come up with that?" "I don't know, it just kind of happened. It was incredible, though." "Yeah, I'm with you on that. We'll have to keep that trick in mind for next time." "Next time?" "You said it yourself, we don't want to over-exert ourselves too early. I have to get through the rest of the Wolves today, and get ready for the trip." "What, like packing? You don't really own anything. We will have clothes and weapons on the trip provided for us." "No, not packing. I need to make sure everything is in order. There is no guarantee any of us will make it back. I want to make sure my I have said my farewells before I go." "You sound like you expect to die." "I already died once, I want to make sure I do it right this time. I don't think I can come back again." "I understand. Take your time." "First, I need breakfast. I worked up a bit of an appetite during our session." "Me too, even though it is early for me, I don't feel very tired." We walk to the mess hall, hand in hand. We get our food, and sit at our usual table together. There are only a couple other furs eating, as most of the Wolves are still asleep. During our breakfast, Emelia asks, "So, why were you in my dream?" I am taken by surprise by her question. "Why do you ask?" I hope she didn't mean what I think she meant. "Why did you go into my dream?" Crap, she does. "Well, I thought you were having a nightmare, and you were. I decided to help out with it." "Thank you, I was worried about the raid, and I guess my dreams brought that up." "Just, how did you know? I thought you didn't figure it out?" "I am a telepath. Actually, I've never left your mind. Ever since I first got in there, I never really left. Most of the time, I just sit there and watch things play out. Every once in a while, though, I dig a bit or send you some stuff. Like this morning, I just couldn't control myself, that's why you felt what I felt. When I woke up, you were worried I had found out you were in my dream, so I lied about what I remembered. I wouldn't have asked, but my curiosity grew too much." "So, you are always in my mind?" "Yeah, though if you want me to, I'll pull all the way out and leave you alone." "No, and if you don't mind, I would do the same for you, and always be there for you. This way, I will always be there for you, and you will always be in my mind, as well as in my heart."