AMBER.
In my dream, I found myself back at the lake. The full moon bathing the entire clearing in it’s pale light. I was completely naked, and the gentle breeze caressed my bare skin. I slowly walked to the waters edge, the grass soft under my feet. Kneeling, i looked into it’s reflective surface, which was smooth like a mirror, and I saw it again. The face of a wolf looking back at me instead of my own face. This time, I paid more attention to it. After all, I knew things now that I hadn’t known the last time I’d come here in a dream. Had my subconscious been trying to tell me then that I was a werewolf? i wondered. Or was it more than that. Was it something deeper. I gazed at the image of the wolf in the water and took in every detail. She was truly beautiful. Her fur was a metallic si
