Stone Circle mean streak

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It'd been happening a lot, lately. These dreams. At first it'd been understandable - why wouldn't he wanted to kill Amber? She'd put him through a lot, and he was angry. He had a right to be angry. It wasn't so strange to dream about tearing her apart, the way she'd torn him up inside. And the dreams, they'd persisted for a while, but he thought he'd gotten past it.

And then it was Ezekiel, or Niita. Chaska and Mirabelle, after they left. Even Valette, once or twice, while she looked at him with soft and pitying eyes. In his dreams they were all his enemies, even if their only transgressions were following their hearts, or offering him kindness. Day tried to tell himself it was fine, he was a little angry but they were just dreams. Didn't mean anything except maybe he should eat less funny meat before he went to bed, and that (maybe) he should try to left things go when his packmates left.

But the dreams didn't stop, and sometimes, he thought it was better to just... not go to sleep in the first place.

Midnight found him in the middle of the stone circle, staring up at the stars. The kids were with @Krypton for the night, though he half-expected to find them in the alphas' den with Keoni and Nikai by the morning. His son had a bit of a crush on Steady's daughter, and Day couldn't help but think they were alike, in that way. Like father like son.

But had his father ever struggled with these things? Day thought back on his warm but stoic sire, trying to remember if the older wolf had ever shown signs of the kind of rage Day found within himself, these days.

"I wish I could talk to you, Da," he said softly, rolling onto his back to see the stars at a better angle. Distantly, he wondered if Mud was even still alive.