The Lake

WYATT

Dex was sitting next to the lake, just looking out and enjoying the moonlight on the rippling water.  It calmed the both of us; we were anxious from our conversation with Nellie.  I knew she had a good idea, but I hesitated.  I worked so hard to overcome the taint of my father’s rule and to make the pack strong again.  I didn’t want people beginning to panic nor did I want to even tempt myself with that sort of power.  I didn’t know if my father’s narcissism was a hereditary trait, but I’d rather not find out.

I could hear someone coming through the woods and I was irritated.  Dex, on the other hand, turned up his nose and began sniffing the air and then wiggled with joy.

Dali, he said to me. 

I could now hear smell her scent, the gentle fragrance of jasmine, vanilla and citrus that I’ve grown to love.  I stilled, not wanting to scare her.  We saw her emerge fr