The early morning sunlight streaming through a gap in the curtains wakes me with a start. For the first time I can remember, my dream wasn’t about impatiently waiting in the woods for something that never arrives.
Instead, I dreamt only of her.
Her sparkling sapphire eyes, full of sass and attitude. Her pale skin, brighter than moonlight. Her beautiful face—plump lips, high cheekbones.
“Uh, Alpha?”
Sam’s voice shakes me out of the haze I’ve been in since I first laid eyes on the mysterious woman. That’s also when I realize I’m staring again. I really have to stop doing that.
I shoot to my feet and stride out of the room, brushing past Sam, who’s standing awkwardly in the doorway.
“The cooks came in early and made breakfast,” he informs me, carefully closing the bedroom door behind us
