23 - William

I was dreaming. A dream that was a memory of a life that was blurry yet familiar. I was shifted, my fur white with a bit of kit fluff indicating that I was younger than that of a teenage fox shifter, and I was running through a forest, sunlight filtering through the many leaves of the elder oaks then all at once everything slowed as fox let out a loud warning yelp before the glint of silver caught my eye and I slid to a stop but the mud was to slick and soon enough the silver line of a hunter's trap hit my face, digging into my eyes forever blinding me as I fell into the darkness and awoke with a loud yelp. I shakily reached my fingers up to my face and felt the cold touch as I felt the faint scar left by the hunter's trap. I let out a sigh and whimpered in fright as I hugged my knees to my chest and felt warm tears fall from my eyes.

I was too caught up in my moment of shock to hear the door open but was drawn out of it as my mate entered the room and approached me. Without