MAGNUS POV
A deafening silence and emptiness filled the air, when.
MATE, MATE, MATE! Demanding, controlling and wild as that familiar voice shouted. No, it was my wolf.
I jolted up from sleep. Sweating and gasping for air from the dream that is hunting me for days and with no end. I look at the glass window of my room and low and behold, the same storm is pouring outside. The peculiar storm that comes and goes as it will. The storm that when it is hitting and at night, I always had that same freaking dream that always shakes me up from sleep.
“Damn, damn, damn!” I curse, when all I am thinking about is her, my mate, my Luna.
Supporting my head with my hand on my forehead, and closing my eyes for a while. Calming my nerves and collecting my thoughts that always ends up in disarray
