Chapter 65: Dreaming Or Not Dreaming

Everly knew she was dreaming because Jack was smiling at her. His eyes were peering into hers, and he didn’t look angry at all. How long had it been since his face had been this close to hers? She was in the woods, the scent of pine and freshly falling leaves mingling with Jack’s cologne and that manly scent that always made her stomach tighten up, and he had her pressed up against the rough bark of a tree.

“I love you, Everly,” dream Jack said in a husky voice. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too,” she said, staring into his eyes. He leaned in and kissed her, and Everly could taste him as if he was really kissing her, as if his warm lips were really on her mouth.

Then, suddenly, everything shifted, and they were wolves, running through the woods together, their paws ripping through the soil, birds circling above them, calling to one another, the tops of the trees swaying in the wind.

Everly’s fur was a dar