War of Threes
When I look down, I see that Charlie, Zak, and I are in almost the exact same position and I chuckle to myself.
Meredith seems to relax at her mates’ touch and begins to relay her dream. “I saw flashes of what is to come. War. Betrayal. Death. But also, I saw you Charlie holding two pups in your arms. They looked like twins.”
Shock, joy, and excitement filter through our mate bond as Zak, Charlie, and I turn to each other.
“I also saw my own pregnancy,” she whispers, looking up at both of her mates who stare at her in admiration.
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