James's POV
"James, how are you?"
I woke up and found myself lying in the middle of a vast grassy field, caressed by a gentle breeze. A gray-tailed wolf brushed against my face, and when I looked, I realized it was Diz.
I grinned widely, feeling a rush of happiness. It had been a while since I last met him, probably about two months ago in a dream.
"Is this a dream, Diz? Or is it reality?"
"Of course, it's a dream. When have I been able to come to you so freely? As long as you're still with Emily and Simon, I can never get close to you, James."
"Alright, promise me not to leave too soon. I need a friend to talk to, and dreams are the safest place for us, right?"
Diz gave me a sharp look, his wolfish pride shining through. No matter how great Simon, the ancient wolf, was, I still couldn't change my perspective on Diz.
