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My dreams were filled with a humongous silver wolf. I was chasing him, and I couldn’t catch up. His fur glittered in the sunlight, but I couldn’t see his eyes. He was magnificent. His powerful form moved more gracefully than I had ever witnessed a wolf move. I ran and ran, disrupting the soil beneath my clumsy paws. I just couldn’t get to him.
When I woke up, my face felt hot. I blinked blearily to find a wall of grey cotton in front of me.
“You’re awake,” Michael’s voice said from above my head. I pulled away from him slightly, suddenly embarrassed about our position.
“No, get closer,” Sapphire whined.
“Oh, thank Goddess, you’re back. I was going nuts,” I said.
“How’d you sleep?” Michael asked. I peered up at his soft, silvery-blue eyes; he looked so calm and happy.
“Go
