The memory of the alleyway and the beasts remained a haunting presence over the next few hours: becoming an obsession.
I found myself scouring the book for any scrap of information I could find. The pages spoke of the beasts' honor, of a bond between them and their human mates that was sacred and unbreakable. Though it was all mythology, I couldn’t help but wonder about it. I hadn’t believed in the beasts, and now, I couldn’t deny their existence. So, who's to say the kind of connection the book spoke of wasn’t real, too.
That night, when I finally fell asleep, my dreams were filled with the larger of the beasts. In the twisted way dreams can transform things, the beast became Alex.
His eyes glowed with an orange-yellow light, his body shifting and changing before my eyes; the power of
