The rest was too faded to read, but Laura felt a strange connection to the woman in the drawing. Had she also felt pulled between four powerful males? Had she also struggled with the bond that seemed to tie them all together?
Laura's eyes grew heavy again, the late hour and emotional exhaustion pulling her back toward sleep. As her consciousness faded, the dream returned again—more vivid this time.
She stood in a forest clearing, moonlight streaming through the trees. Before her were four massive wolves—one black as midnight, one silver as the moon, one russet like autumn leaves, and one white as fresh snow.
"You must choose," a voice whispered from the shadows. "Choose one, or lose all."
But when she tried to step toward them, pain shot through her body. She looked down to see her ski
