Dean was sitting on a secluded bench with a beautiful blonde next to him. They stood up and walked for a few steps. It seemed as if the woman was talking to him before they both stopped. They looked into each other eyes and the girl tiptoed and kissed Dean on the lips.
This cannot be happening...
Tristan grabbed Taylor’s hand and told her to leave. But she could not move. She was looking in horror on what was unfolding in front of her.
Dean froze as the girl was kissing him. He smelled two familiar scents. Someone from his pack was here, but it also felt as if Taylor was nearby.
He started looking around until he eyes locked on Taylor’s eyes… eyes full of anger, disappointment, and sorrow.
“Are you ok Dean?” asked the woman
Dean could not say a world. This must be a nightmare… Tayl
