**Dax's POV**
My name is Dax Wood, and I currently reside in Claybourne City. I am a former member of the military who is part-American and half-Mexican. It had been less than a year since that unfortunate event occurred. In my head, everything is still as distinct as if it were made of glass.
I am aware of how hazardous the nature of my work used to be. I swore an oath to defend the nation in every way possible, even if it meant giving up my own life. But I had no idea that it would turn out to be so incredibly different from what I had imagined it would be.
I am a member of a special unit that is currently engaged in combat during a war. The sounds of a fire gun and explosions are never something I find myself missing. I was under the impression that designing was a component of my commitment; however, I had no idea that when I opened my eyes, I would see, I would watch, and I would be unable to do anything other than watch as terrorists ruthlessly murdered my soldiers, my friend, and my colleagues right in front of me.
I, too, am just about able to hold on to life. I can still vividly recall how they tortured me and how they mercilessly put an end to the lives of my friends. They left me in a manner that suggested they believed I would be dead, so I believe they are discussing what they will have for dinner as they walk away from the bleeding ground. I
I can feel the breeze of the desert at that moment, but not my body because it is numb. At that very moment, I was sure that my life had ended, but I was startled to see a strange light and hear the voices of a man and a woman. The voice of the guy is authoritative, whereas the tone of the woman's voice is soft and soothing, like the wind.
I recall it, despite the fact that at the time I believed it to be a delusion. I was told that the man declared that he would make me his other half and that the woman declared that she would get a second chance because of him.
Following that night, I had a vision of myself being admitted to the hospital. Because I am so badly hurt, my sister initially mistook me for someone else. Strangely, and almost as if by a miracle, I got better so quickly that it only took me a month to go back to looking normal again. The medical professionals have informed me that I have certain aberrant features, but I have refused to let them examine my body.
Because of the extent of my trauma, I am required to attend a significant number of sessions and to seek counseling. They also recommended that I go somewhere that had a lot of activity. And I'm able to work in elementary education thanks to the help of a few good pals. Despite the fact that some of the parents did not approve of me as their children's instructor. However, I did not become upset since I recognize that they have good reason to be cautious.
My life is like that, in the sense that even though my scars and wounds have healed, I am unable to move on, and the memories of my past continue to torment me. I have trouble falling or staying asleep anytime my sister is not nearby.
But I wasn't able to relax until I was finally introduced to a lady whose name was Cassie. She is a remarkable human being. Despite the fact that she is a stranger, a single mother, and a friend of my sister's, I was surprised to find that I felt as though I had known her for a very long time.
I had no idea that she was the only thing that might let me sleep peacefully at night and put an end to the nightmares that torment me. She not only provides me with safety but also peace of mind and I don't know, maybe happiness as well.
And as more time passed, I became aware that there was something I felt about her. I wasn't able to understand the feeling in that split second, but instead, I realized that I am falling madly and profoundly in love with that woman.
Have I ever before known the feeling of love? Maybe it's just infatuation, but I'm so preoccupied with finding love that I'm so dense that I don't realize in an instant that I'm absolutely head over heels in love with this person.
But I suppose that I am not the only one who was captivated by her beauty. Another man fell under Cassie's spell, and my initial reaction was to despise that man. Derek is a well-known businessman who is renowned for being a womanizer. He is also regarded as a rich guy who acts like an asshole and has a lot of money. Only a select few people, including my sister, are able to view that individual in his female form as someone they despise.
This is why I am acting in a rather hostile manner toward that other individual. And I wouldn't be telling the truth if I said that I was so glad when they quarreled since we managed to become friends in spite of this strange circumstance. And I would have never presumed that I concurred with his recommendation.
Strange as it may sound, all of a sudden we find ourselves talking about how much we love Cassie in the context of a polygamous relationship. This is not a typical kind of romantic partnership. People have different opinions on whether or not having three people in a relationship is acceptable, but for some reason, I had the impression that we would be able to handle it if Cassie would only give us her OK.
But then I had the realization that Derek is not my obstacle, something more difficult to overcome. Cassie has not moved on from the death of her spouse. And I believe that she requires further time. We understand and appreciate that; nonetheless, something is bothering me deep within.
The way I feel about her makes me want to possess her like she is my precious jewel. She is the center of my universe. In addition, I have faith that she will acknowledge us at some point in the future.
"What are your thoughts? Should we go ahead and make a move? asked Derek. While we wait for Damon at his apartment, we are currently located in the condo that she owns. Damon gives off such a sense of familiarity that we mistook him for one of our own at first.
"I believe she needs some time, but we just do not have any more to spare at this point. "Let's do something about it as long as Dale, Damon, and the other guy won't be a threat," I offered. "Let's do something."
"Let us go first, how we will be close to Charlie," Derek remarked. "Let us go." "That kid matures so quickly, and he reminds me a lot of my own son." Because of this, despite the fact that we are unique from one another, we came to the conclusion that we should work together.
My response was, "Right, the child might be confused, but we should try to make him accept this thing slowly and carefully. It won't be easy," I told him. "Right, the child might be confused."
I drove myself home and went straight to bed. I am not even sleepy or inebriated. I had the impression that beer had no effect on me at all now.
Whenever I go to sleep, I get yet another strange dream. I noticed a large wolf with black fur. He has an imposing appearance and is staring right at me.
"You are me, and I am you. "Protect her from the danger, and on the night of the full moon, you will know the truth about the secret," the wolf stated as he turned around and walked away from the scene... Weird.