Roberta POV
My dreams were filled with a mixture of nightmares and lust. I guess the lust was from the mate bond, but the nightmares were of the time I had to fight when I was twelve, and then of losing my alpha. So far, I could not tell you which part of the dream was winning. I saw the pack laughing and enjoying themselves, but then I saw my best friend's face as he died in my arms and this mixture of love and hate, or is it hurt, made it a weird warped mixture of fear and love. By the time the sun rose, and I had to get up to go to the training ground, I was happy to wake up from this nightmare, the twisted mixture of love and hurt was tearing me apart.
Taking a shower and getting dressed for training, I rushed downstairs. Mum was already in the kitchen, which surprised me.
‘Morning
