Dreams

~ Amira ~

Amira stared at the path ahead as she held a warm, large hand. She inhaled deeply to the fresh air fluttering the ribbon under her chin to the hat she wore along with the ends of her hair. The smell of apples and roses wafted in the air, making Amira turn her nose in their direction.

The garden was unfamiliar to her, yet familiar. Slowly, as realisation hit her, Amira’s eyes returned to the hand holding hers, leading up his arm until her eyes rested on her father, Alpha Dashiell. A pang of sadness made her look at her father more in this dream. No, this was not a dream; it was a memory.

Still, Amira tried to look at his sharp features for as long as she could until her body followed the movements of what happened in real life. At such a young age, Amira still hadn’t ventured far from their territory, and without a mother, she was close to her father.

As Amira and her father approached the rounded pergola adorned with flowers and lanterns, they encountered the imposing coup