“HUSH-A-BYE, DON’T YOU cry....”
The soothing drone spurred long-forgotten memories of a mother not yet spooked by my inner beast. But awakening nostrils informed me that my head wasn’t cradled in Celia’s well-padded lap. Instead, it rested upon Lupe’s bony thighs.
That’s unexpected, I thought vaguely. I was far too comfortable to move or even to open my eyes, though. Instead, I drifted in that half-waking state where dream and reality merged and melded, allowing the warm happiness of altered memories to fill my mind’s eye.
In my fantasy, I was back with my birth pack, Wolfie patting me on the head with a profound expression of fatherly pride spread across his face. The alpha shifted to lupine form and led me on a joyous romp through a flower-filled woodland while bloodlings frolicked ar
