CLAIRE
A familiar scent awoke me. At first, I thought I was dreaming. As weird as it may sound, scents are strong indicators of memories and affect dreams, at least for me.
I heard my wolf’s alert voice, yelling at me to get up as it wasn’t a dream and he was really here.
My eyes widened, a late reaction, but it made me get up from the bed. The first thing I did was check the time in the dark. My instincts and the moonlight peeking from my window were already a dead giveaway that it was still midnight. Still, my sleepy mind argued with me that I might have overslept, and it was already morning.
It’s 3 a.m. I got outside, almost tiptoeing, hoping I wouldn’t wake Calum up. Fortunately, I made my way outside with Calum still unaware of the situation. I could hear his soft breathing and s
