Liz
Dreams that made no sense flashed through my mind in broken pieces. Images of wolves I didn't recognize. Lands I had never seen. Endless forests kissed by silver moonlight. Hilly plains overlooking violent rock formations.
A mated pair stood in the center of it all. Holding a newborn pup wrapped carefully in their arms. A little boy around three or four stood beside them, peering up at the bundle in their arms. They looked familiar. Painfully familiar.
They had a look of pure joy on their faces. They were recognizable in a way that made something deep inside of me ache, and yet, I had no idea who they were.
I vaguely remembered opening my eyes and seeing Rowan there, his blue eyes locked on mine, his hand holding mine like he was afraid to let go. But I couldn't tell if that had ac
