3 years later
Dani POV
Blinking the sleep from my eyes, I try to hold onto the last remnants of my dream. Deep hazel eyes and a stoic stare visit me in my sleep most nights as of late. When they first started appearing in my dreams, I was surprised by the comfort and tranquility they instilled in me. When we first ran away nearly 3 years ago, those eyes often came to me on restless nights. The anger and ferocity in them used to be the thing of nightmares as I relived that traumatic night over and over again in my dreams.
Now, the dreams that came to me almost made me long for him. Weird. This left both me and my wolf confused, but even she didn’t fight the butterflies left in our chest each morning as I came out of my dreams. She has tried to protect me from the feelings of that night
