Chloe.
I had a little hope. Hope that I would wake up, and everything would have actually been a dream. From the moment I figured that Tyler was cheating on me, to the moment I met the Lycan King. I wanted it all to be a dream, so I would wake up the next day in Tyler's muscular arms, stroking my hair ever so tenderly. He was fond of it, and he would abruptly pause, laughing loudly when I glared at him in protest.
He would have held me tight when I told him about the nightmare, and I would have used that as an excuse to cuddle more before getting up from bed. His hoarse voice would run down my back, giving me goosebumps.
“It's just a dream,” he would tease me, and I would snuggle tighter.
But it wasn't a dream. I woke with a start, my heart pounding. For a moment, I didn't recognize
