DOVE
I couldn’t remember exactly how I made it inside, but when I came to, I was huddled up next to Delilah on Levi’s bed, with him curled around his favorite toy—a stuffed black wolf I had gotten him for his seventh birthday.
A wolf that, the longer I stared at it, became eerily familiar.
And I began to wonder…
All those years ago, when I stood in that little human town, scanning the toy section for the perfect present, had my unconscious already known something I didn’t?
Why, out of the hundreds of wolves there, had I chosen that one? The one that sat in an inconspicuous corner, far from the prettiest or most eye-catching?
Why had it been the only one I deemed perfect?
Had I already known?
That I’d be mated to someone with the same midnight-shaded fur, tinged with navy blue in ce
