Chapter Thirty

WOLF

In my dream, I'm standing before a man, but he's not just a man; his strength is equivalent to a god.

He stands taller than me; his arms and entire body resemble that of a Samoan beast.

His hair is long and dark, and his body is tattooed in tribal meanings that don't make any sense to me; he's a warrior, but somehow more, he's an alpha, and somehow more.

The moment he speaks to me, he calls me son; I feel confused, yet deep inside, I know it to be true; he's my father.

His eyes are piercing mine, commanding respect. Yet, there's a longing in them like he wants to reach out and embrace me in a hug, but he can't reach me.

Looking down, I suddenly see why... a river it's dividing us; the water is dark, almost black.

He's warning me not to fall in, not to be tempted. He's warning me to stay strong, to hold onto my mate, and never let go.

He tells me I'm his blood, the last warrior blood of our kind; he tells me to rebuild our tribe, to find the one linked to my heritage, and