Forty Eight
The sinister feeling Timothee was having didn't leave him even as he went to bed with Terrence cuddling him to sleep. It made him even more worried when his grandmother's face appeared in his dream, and then in her wolf form. Azure was bleeding profusely, unmoving as she lay on the roots of a huge tree, her bright blue eyes almost dull.
Timothee jolted from his sleep a few times and Terrence began to feel alarmed. "Love..." He whispered as he embraced his lover, gave him kisses on his hair.
"I-I'm okay. It was just a bad dream." Timothee said while trying to hide his shaking.
"You're not okay, baby. What's wrong?" Terrence asked as he buried Timothee's face on his on the crook of his neck, Timothee sitting on his lap.
"G-grandma... I dreamt of her. She was..." Timothee
