(Mila)
That night I had a dream, one that I have had almost every night since getting my wolf. I dreamt of my father, only he wasn't the same man. He looked completely different but our connection felt stronger. I dreamt of a song being sung, a lullaby so sweet, and a beautiful golden rose mobile hanging from up above. Was that my mother's voice? Only this dream ended horribly, this dream turned into a nightmare.
That man with the scar, he had found me once again.
"Little wolf, come to me." His low deep voice whispered into my ear. I suddenly jolted awake, Rowan was by my side, caressing my face as he spoke.
"Mila, it's okay, it was only a dream..you're okay baby." He brushed my hair to the side as I sighed with relief. My arms wrapped around him as I nuzzled into his chest.
"I'm
