Chapter 31 A Turning Point

• In the swirling darkness I could feel them. Without seeing them, I could tell them apart from how they felt against my skin, my fur.
• Brian was soft against me, gentle, like a breath of fresh air. Cheney felt like worn down sandpaper, rough, but it was comforting in a way. And Nicholas, he felt like a heated blanket on a frigid winters night.
• In the darkness of my mind, I began to dream. I could see their faces, in both human and wolf forms. I could feel them touching me, hands caressing my skin, the nuzzling of their fur covered faces against my sides.