Alpha of the Moon and Sun
God, the breakfast better be worth it.
That night, dreams were elusive, wisps of silver moonlight, glimpses of sunrise coloured fur through the trees, storm grey eyes, glowing amber orbs, the whispering of wind through leaves. It all felt so important and incredibly elusive. The moment I tried to hold an image, it would slip through my fingers like water. I felt the creeping, crushing darkness of the forest, the fire from the sunrise wolf, the sparks of a mate bond and the sorrow of one broken.
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