I groaned sleepily as Merin called my name, waking me from a dream, about a little white-haired girl squatting behind some bushes with a beautiful woman, as a pack of Lycans walked past them.
"Momma, what are they?" She'd asked, sounding confused but in awe of the new creatures moving through the forest.
I blinked a few times before looking to Derick's side of the bed. It was empty, except for a note on his pillow.
"Morning," I greeted Merin sleepily, as I reached for it.
"Good morning, Luna. I'll go draw you a bath," She said, and I heard her walk away.
"Thank you." I yawned and looked down at the note.
"Good morning, honey," Derick had written, "I had to go to a meeting, and will most likely be busy all day, but I will see you for dinner. Love Derick."
I smiled and carefully folde
