Ethan
She had been here three days and I was yet to summon up the courage to face her. I woke up on the fourth day after having the same dream that I'd been having for the last three nights; where I stood with my mate by the lily pond that my mother's ashes were scattered, hand in hand with her. Those glacial blue eyes and red hair shone on their own under the moonlight. I could actually feel the softness of her skin as I stroked her cheek and we were about to kiss, but every time I'd wake up before I could. The dream felt like a memory, not a dream, it had been so real. I could almost smell the floral aroma that seemed to swirl around her, I was positive this was her scent.
After my meeting with Greer, I had chickened out of going to see my mate. What did she think of me having a mate b
