Lucas's POV
I dreamt of Beryl.
My consciousness sank into a deep, heavy dream from which I couldn't extricate myself.
In my dream, I marked her.
Although I knew it hadn't happened yet, it felt incredibly real in the dream.
She transformed into a wolf, her beautiful white fur shimmering under the moonlight.
I longed to mark her.
Beryl approached me. I followed her as we frolicked through the forest.
When we were both exhausted, we lay on the grass, touching each other.
Every inch of our skin was burning hot.
I buried my nose in her neck, wrapping my arms around her waist. "Baby, why do you smell so good?"
My heart raced with excitement. My wolf was thrilled too.
As the older brother, I needed to restrain my behavior, acting as a role model for Andrew.
Andrew could throw tantrum
