Dream Decoding

Olivera told Vee about her dream absentmindedly, her thoughts were too filled with the knowledge that her wolf hated her. That for some reason, her wolf was different from the wolves of the others, the others that seemed in love with their human selves.

Why was she always different? Olivera wondered. Why was her fate so cursed? What had she done to warrant the saucy attitude that her wolf had given her?

Vee had tried to know what had happened, who had encroached her mind, but she had advertently switched the topic back to her terrifying dreams. She knew though that Vee wasn’t one to give up. He would come demanding an answer to his earlier question soon. Perhaps after the talk after the dream.

“You said you had this dream before?” Vee was speaking now. He had taken a minute of silence after the narration to check his archives of knowledge and know the best response to give his mistress.

“Yes, three times in the past two weeks.”

A pause.

“Then it is to be considered. Would you te