Thirty

The sun's ray found its way into Damien's room. It moved slowly, gradually; until it found a perfect resting place.

Damien's face.

The golden light danced around his face, trying to get the attention that it always wanted. Yet Damien seemed to be too far gone into his sleep. It persisted until Damien moved.

He must have felt the warmth from whatever dream world that he was lost in. He must have felt the light on his face. For it's caused another movement from Damien again.

Damien squeezed his eyes due to the intrusion from the natural light. He tried hard to ignore it but the dream world that he was lost in began to lose its grip on him. Eventually, Damien's eyes flew open.

He sat up slowly moving his eyes sleepily around his room as if he was searching for something then his eyes fell on the mirror opposite the room.

His eyes seemed to glow for a split second then it went off. He wondered what could have caused it. He lingered on the thought for a while. So much so that his wolf had