Chapter Forty-Two (Anders)

Watching her sleeping next to me made me feel so complete, like the emptiness inside was melting away. I would do anything to become closer to her and if I had to take on the elders and my pack, so be it. She looked peaceful. As I brushed a stray lock of hair off her face, she woke looking at me with sleepy green eyes. Hypnotizing.

Looking up at me, she whispered, “morning.”

“Morning. How did you sleep?”

Furrowing her brow, she answered, “Another dream, but at least this one wasn’t filled with death.”

I had dreamt as well; I was in the Bloodmoon packs castle, but it was a lot newer like it had just been built. Our clothes were from over a thousand years ago she wore an old-style dress fastened with a brooch along with a cloak made from tartan that was fastened to her waist by a leather belt, and I had on white tunic and trews which were made of tartan (We both wore the same color tartan which symbolized being married), I went by a different name, and she did as well. We were happy.