MY ALPHA LYCAN MATE
I stop when I reach a lake and look down, seeing the reflection of a young girl, about six years old, just before everything disappears.
“Good morning…well it's sunset, but I was told to wake you up,” Trey coos, as I blink open my eyes in the dimly lit room, everything that happened before falling asleep on the couch coming back at once. I take a deep, nervous breath, not sure if I should start panicking or not. A thick, yellow blanket slides from my body as I sit up, and Trey flashes a toothy grin as he takes a seat at the coffee table in the same clothes he was wearing earlier.
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