One hundred and nine

Third person POV

The night of the third full moon was haunting and cold. Everyone had gone to sleep when suddenly. “Ryan,” She whispered his name in her dream.

“I want you to find me and save me.” She said before disappearing into the clearing, in front of him was a waterfall flowing in a stream, the only light source to guide him was the moonlight shining down. The girl is standing by the river bank.

Ryan woke up startled when he felt his wolf stand on all fours, his wolf suddenly woke up and got wary before screaming. “She's calling.”

He was surprised by the sudden appearance of his wolf but frowned at what he had said as he gradually understood what the wolf meant.

“Our partner's subconscious is calling to us.” Where is she?

His wolf spoke again. With wobbly legs, Ryan got out of bed, quietly exited the house, and sniffed the air around him, trying to figure out exactly what.

When he smelled the faint scent of raspberry vanilla in the air, he followed where it led him to a waterfal