Drawn
I had a splendid dream of sitting on a cliff. The moon shone ten times brighter than it ever did on any other night, and beside me was the most beautiful being, a werewolf in his human form, having only my red shawl spread across his groin.
One of his hands rested on top of mine, was so warm, and I stared at his face illuminated by the moon's sliver light.
"I'm drawn to you, Amara Lively," his lips slowly moved as he called me by my full name. I never once thought he knew.
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