Tasting All My Mates

193–The Nightmares Of Truth

Maynard‘s POV:

Christina and I had fallen asleep after we finished talking. She slept on my chest, making me feel comfortable.

I woke up to hearing some noises in the distance. It didn‘t really make sense because the voices sounded way too familiar. I gently pushed her to the side to get up on my feet and look afar.

“What are you doing?” there was a young boy, probably my age, crawling back and looking frightened for his life.

“I am finishing the competition.” The other voice compelled me to lower my face and cover my ears in panic.

“You cannot hurt me. We are brothers.” it was then I raised my face and watched my brother Geralt beg me to spare his life.

I was the owner of the other voice and the person holding a gun in my hands.

“I have to end it all today. Remember when my mother asked me what I want to be? I want to be the Alpha of the pack.‘ The 17–year–old me looked into the eyes of his brother as the gun was shot.

“No!” my mouth went dry when I watched myself kill my brother. How the heck was I reliving that night again?

“I didn‘t do anything,” I began to take steps back, looking for a place to hide when I felt a hand shaking me awake.

“Maynard! Wake up,” Christina had my face in her hands as she dragged me out of that nightmare. The nightmare that I was the reason for.

“Is he okay?” Willow asked when her eyes landed on me. I was shocked at the nightmare, but the sight bewildered me more. It was Enya, Christina, and Willow in one sight.

fi–ne,”

way to get to us, but that didn‘t divert my attention from her bloody nose and

okay?” I inquired

assist you guys —,” she stopped when her body felt

tried reaching to

am fine,” she

know she hates me, and I wish it remains like that. It

we heard a

help me,” the other voice resembled Willow‘s voice, who was right in front

How are

us, and the corn stalk moved as if something was approaching us. We were all confused, and the two girls were frightened. Enya,

share a glance of

d– her eyes widened when the wind suddenly

consciousness at this

her and support her

panicked. I felt her anxiety. It wasn‘t every day that

turned around and more blood was

don‘t understand, and what is happening to you?” understandably enough, Christina was

slow us down,” it was then Enya told me to carry Willow.

examining her with a gaping mouth. I knew it would insecure Christina even more. She will feel incompetent in comparison to Enya. But I know what

ordered the cornstalks, and they had to obey her. The pressure and strength she was

began to hear some whispers rushing after us

towards the road without delay. Enya was beginning