I had a very strange dream of being in a car or something like it. There were lots of male voices arguing. They sounded familiar, but I couldn’t focus. It was like they were running around me, so I could only hear bits of it.
“There is no way she can be a shifter.” One male voice said.
“What else could she be? She's my mate.” Another man argued.
“She would need a wolf! To have a mate,” A third argued.
“SHE HAS ONE!” The second voice yelled.
“Knock it off, we can talk about this elsewhere.” A fourth man said.
Yeah, I had to be dreaming. I only ever dream of wolves lately. So, that is the only thing that makes sense. It's been a long day. I am so very tired. I felt rough hands stroke my hair off my face. It felt good. I was warm and safe. I feel myself slip peacefully into a deep slee
