Damon.
I never dream unless the past is clawing at me so when sleep finally dragged me under and threw me straight into a moon drowned forest, I knew something was wrong.
The snow came first all white and endless as if the world had bled itself clean just to freeze over.
Each breath I sucked in tasted like iron and ice and just weirdness. My paws because I was half shifted weer thick with black fur and twice my normal height crunched through drifts that swallowed saplings whole. I wasn’t alone because another scent rode the wind.
It was wild and familiar like…..Willow.
It hit my nose in a rush of smoke and warm skim and quick bright spark of adrenaline. The moment it struck I snapped into the hunt. My pulse slammed awake all the old instincts flexed like springs. The dream forest t
