Adea
I woke up in the morning with the sun blazing through the window. Groaning as I drift out of sleep and back into the terrible hangover that was only worsening by the minute. I don’t know which was worse, the drilling in my head or what I remembered from the dream.
Closing my eyes, I try to remember what I can. In my dream, my wolf’s name was Korra, and the only difference between this dream and the last is that there was something bad that happened after I was dragged away.
Images of my mate’s face were blurry but the emotions were all still strong. Who was that after? Who dragged me away? I couldn’t see his face but I knew him.
I’ve never been with a man but everything felt so real. He even said my name… I wish there was a witch I could talk to. Witches aren’t allowed on pack lands. I sigh, shaking my head in defeat, there goes that idea.
