EIGHTY

Cahir helped me get dressed in one of his old shirts and then he excused himself for a bath. I slept off before he returned. I didn’t know how long I slept but sometime during the night, he crawled into bed beside me and my body gravitated to his in an instant. He said something but I was too far gone to make sense of his words although my lips moved to mumble a reply.

When I slept this time, there was no wolf pouncing on me and forcing me to play. I didn’t dream of anything at first but the darkness of sleep soon morphed into something else, first a bright light, and then I saw myself. In the dream, I was a thief. It was like an out-of-body experience as I stretched out my hands and various things flew into them.

‘What kind of nasty dream is this?’ I heard the voice of my wolf but I couldn’t tell if it was part of the dream or if Asena really spoke then. I didn’t have time to answer her, however, as I was focused on – taking people’s things and running. Surprisingly, I ran faster tha