Oh, shit.
It had been two full days since I brought Elise to the pack house. I had put her in one of the guest rooms on the second floor, the one with the big window that faced the trees. She hadn't argued much once we got here, which should have made me feel better but mostly just left me restless.
On the third night, I lay in my own bed staring at the ceiling until the clock passed three. Sleep finally dragged me under, but it didn't feel like rest. It felt like the wolf had grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me somewhere it wanted me to go.
I dreamed of Elise.
Not the careful, hands-to-myself version I kept locked down during the day. In the dream there was no restraint I had to maintain.
We were in the woods again, the same woods as the first dream I'd had about her, but this time we were under a large oak tree with the moon hanging low and bright above us.
