Jackson groaned and picked up his phone. Peering blearily at the time,
3.15am
why couldn’t he sleep? He felt the comforting presence of Ronan in the back of his mind, but it didn’t help, he had still been having those dreams all night. The White Wolf that was his mate. She was standing on a beach, looking out at the ocean, but it wasn’t a beach he recognised, and it felt colder than anywhere near here. Every time he tried to get closer, he felt the sand shift beneath his feet, a crow cawing in the distance, and the dream went dark.
It had been going on for weeks now, driving him crazy, in his dreams he was searching for her, he could feel that he was getting closer, closer to her. This white wolf. The most beautiful wolf he had ever seen. With those eyes that stared into his soul.
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