---Alpha Laura of Red Moon Pack---
The dream feels real. I felt him inside me. And I don't feel empty at that moment when I am protected in his arms. Waking myself from that dream, I need to get up. I put my robe on and walked to the balcony. I looked up the mountains where the sun will rise. I miss him. I wonder how he is. Is he eating his meal at the correct time? Now, as I watch the sunrise, I realized that as long as I watch it every morning, there will still be hope to be with him.
Last night he looked so desperate, possessive, and broken. I did not wish to see my mate like that. I might have hurt him physically and emotionally, but I hate to see him so broken. When I looked at him, he looked worse. He hasn't shaved and taken care of himself.
