The Lycan's Mate
Tears welled up in my eyes as I replied, "The dream, Mom... I think they're back."
She pulled me quickly into a tight embrace, offering comfort and reassurance. "It's okay, honey. It's okay," she whispered softly, her voice soothing. I cried softly, letting out the fear and anxiety that had overwhelmed me.
That little girl in my dream was me, and the woman was my mother. It was a memory from my childhood when I had my first encounter with a lycan. I was only six years old back then, and that moment had left a lasting mark, haunting my subconscious ever since.
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