"I tried to go with you," I blurted out as soon as I knew I was in Alpha Walker's dream again.
He didn't smell like alcohol anymore and he seemed to be perfectly sober, but his eyes were wide when he looked at me and it took a moment for him to respond to me.
I was leaning on the desk in his room and Alpha Walker's hands were shaking a little; it took him a while to adjust to the fact he was here with me, and it never had done before.
"You..." he looked confused, and remained on the other side of the room to me, "you what?"
"I'm sorry, Alpha... I thought that's what you wanted...I tried to go with you to...to the funeral."
I whispered the word funeral as if it was a dirty secret, or something to be ashamed of.
"Oh," Alpha Walker sounded pleasantly surprised that I had attempted to go
