The Lycan King's Defiant Surrogate
I’m so happy, so satisfied, that in that moment, dreaming, I firmly believe nothing bad is going to happen to us.
But then, I remember.
Caleb suddenly seems much farther away. I start running, chasing him, trying to catch him.
“Caleb!” I call stretching out my hand.
He’s not moving at all, but somehow the world keeps shifting him farther and farther away from me. I keep chasing him, running, yet I’m not closer to catching him no matter how much I run.
“Caleb! Wait!”
He doesn’t. Can’t, maybe.
If I don’t catch him, I’ll lose him.