Two Girls

Faye’s Point of View.

My body was asleep, I know exactly my condition right now, but what are these I’m seeing? Mists? It’s blurry, I could be dreaming. No, I mean, I SHOULD be dreaming. Because if not, I refuse this fate.

I saw my wolf, reaching for another wolf, in the form of a mist. She was struggling to meet the other wolf… whom I know I recognized. But my wolf couldn't, it was a painful thing, but she wasn't doing this because she wants Ralph's wolf, she was dictated to mate with the wolf. She was forced.

Sometimes, all the things you wouldn’t want to happen to you will come and haunt you in your dream. I’m lucky I know that, because I could use it as an excuse for all of these things I’m seeing.

Abruptly, I was pulled back to reality I didn’t even know how. On the brink of an eye, I saw Damion, kissing my lips. Or, was he? It seems like he's not.

When our eyes met, my eyes widened, as well as his. We yelled at each other and pushed ourselves to the opposite side of us. It