6

I can feel my body healing, the magic that is the werewolf blessing knitting my muscles and veins back to what they should be. Each nerve ending shoots a spark through my body, dragging me slowly back to life. I feel trapped inside the darkness of my mind, waiting for my consciousness to wake and free me. Until then, I am lost, floating in the dreams and memories of the only good times I can recall.

Lana appears before me in her beautiful silvery blue ball gown. It’s a mirage, a lost memory, but I let it play out, anyway. What else important do I have to do right now, anyway? Her long brown hair is down, curled perfectly and for the first time in our lives, she is wearing a full face of makeup. She is stunning, but I prefer her more natural look. She laughs, standing next to Kohen, whose mother picked out and designed the dress.

I must say Prissy bitch, as I like to call her, outdid herself. Its fine silk fabric hugs every curve that Lana usually hides. Her waist is not too thin that