BECKY.
I listened as Amber told me about a dream that she’d been having for years about her parents. How she’d recently discovered that the dream was a memory. How she’d even had a different dream about this lake and wolves. “Maybe your subconscious has been trying to tell you all along.” I told her. She paused thoughtfully for a moment. “Actually, you might be right. I had a dream about a wolf the night before I arrived in Lakeside. I’m also pretty sure that wolf is the same one that keeps showing up at the back of my house in the morning.” She said. “What does this wolf look like?” I asked, and she described it to me. “That sounds like the Alpha.” I said, sounding surprised. “Alpha?” she questioned. “Oh yes. Of course, you have a lot to learn.” I giggled “Well then let’s start. Every w
