10. The White Wolf

Henry

Just after I laid my head on the pillow of my rented hotel room in Marbella, I was pretty much sucked into a dream.

I was in the meadow once again, walking in Knight’s form, but this time to my surprise it wasn’t empty, I could see something on the grass away from us. Neither Knight nor I could distinguish what it was, but we felt attracted to it.

“I hope it isn’t a squirrel!” I told Knight, I knew he would feel drawn to them, but not to such an extent. It was calling for him and for me too, deeply, almost achingly.

Knight ran in the direction of it and squinted his eyes, and soon we were able to distinguish the outline of the brown head on the grass. That was when her smell assaulted my scents.

Amber and Lavender. The smell I loved and dreaded the most, my mate’s scent.

Knight ran towards her and I knew that nothing could stop him, his paws were carrying him on their own accord. We both felt the urgent need to be close to her.

She sat up and looked in our direction, her b