“It’s not a dream. It’s real,” Martha pauses before continuing. “Did something happen before? What were you doing or thinking right before it happened?”
I take a deep breath and calming breath. Closing my eyes for a bit, I open them before answering.
“I still felt tired and didn’t really feel like doing anything. I wanted to know where Aspen was, but I didn’t want to leave the room, so I just thought of how easy it would be if I could communicate with you through mind-link like I always do with wolves. Minutes later, you called my name.”
"Interesting,” she murmurs, her voice low and full of curiosity. “I’ve never heard of werewolves and witches communicating telepathically. Even among witches, it’s not possible.”
I stop pacing and look at feet. My toes and pink-colored nails stared bac
