She knew she was dreaming when she found herself back in that strange clearing, the one where she first saw the black wolf and the handsome silver-eyed man.
Everything in this world had a sort of ethereal quality to it. The colors were brighter, the scents more alluring, and the wind softer than the most gentle caress.
Feeling content, Charlotte lay down among the yellow bunches of flowers.
As she expected, the silver-eyed man appeared soon after, stepping out from the lush forest. What would Giovanni say if he knew she dreamed about him? She wondered.
Charlotte didn't move as the man approached her, but she followed his steady gait with her eyes as he came to halt just in front of her.
He looked just like the boy in the photo, except he wasn't a boy anymore, he was a man. There was nothing soft or immature about him now. Even his presence exuded confidence and strength. Had this been real she imagined she would be intimidated.
