Chapter 38 The Mating Bond

• Beryl:
• In the early hours of the morning, I finally drifted into a pleasurably exhausted sleep. I dreamed of our wolves, mine, Nicholas’, Brian’s, and Cheney’s, all running through the woods. We howled, played, tumbled, and ran wildly through the dark trees.
• Within the dream we were so mentally connected that we didn’t have to talk, we communicated with looks and touch. As wolves, our fur mingled until we looked like one beast running and howling.