I felt a fool, for in that moment when it had sounded like she believed she had remembered my wolf, a larger part of me had allowed itself to hope that she remembered something more. Something linked to me. To our past. Our shared past. I could feel the hope evolving that perhaps this had been the moment we had been waiting for and her memories were returning. But I felt that hope shatter the moment she said it had been nothing but a dream. But a dream had to be something didn’t it? A dream was fed by a memory of some sort was it not?
I knew I would want to discuss that with the doctor. To know she had seen my wolf, and potentially me within her dreams gave me some form of hope she held a memory somewhere in her mind. If her dreams were linked to us meeting I could not help but wonder if
