[Heather]
I stood at the border of the Salmon Moon pack for, what felt like, the thousandth time. Every time the dream restarted, I woke up on the morning of my seventeenth birthday. Once I reached my nineteenth birthday, it restarted. Like the movie Groundhog Day, only I had two years instead of a single day.
Unlike the main character in the film, I could only make one change to the timeline. I couldn’t even write myself a note. The other me would get rid of it. Telling other people didn’t help much either. Sometimes they would remember, sometimes they would forget. Most of the time, they simply wouldn’t believe me.
The first time I woke up, I thought everything that really happened was actually a dream. When I smelled the mate scent, I hoped Michael wouldn’t be my mate and it was just
